| So quite another wasted night
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| The television steals the conversation
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| Exhale another wasted breath
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| Again it goes unnoticed
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| Please, tell me you’re just feeling tired
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| ‘Cause if it’s more than that, I feel that I might break
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| Out of touch, out of time
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| Please, send me anything but signals that are mixed
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| ‘Cause I can’t read your rolling eyes
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| Out of touch, are we out of time?
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| Close lipped, another good night kiss
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| Is robbed of all its passion
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| Your grip another time is slack
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| It leaves me feeling empty
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| Please, tell me you’re just feeling tired
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| ‘Cause if it’s more than that, I feel that I might break
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| Out of touch, out of time
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| Please, send me anything but signals that are mixed
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| ‘Cause I can’t read your rolling eyes
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| Out of touch, are we out of time?
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| I’ll wait until tomorrow
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| Maybe you’ll feel better then
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| Maybe we’ll be better then
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| So what’s another day
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| When I can’t bear these nights of thoughts of going on without you?
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| This mood of yours is temporary
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| It seems worth the wait to see you smile again
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| Out of the corner of your eye
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| Won’t be the only way you’ll look at me then
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| So quite another wasted night
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| The television steals the conversation
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| Exhale another wasted breath
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| Again it goes unnoticed |