| Ohh ohh ohhh
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| Ohh ohh ohhh
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| Ohh ohh ohhh
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| If these walls could talk
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| I’d defer to the furniture
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| The piano, the table, the bed that we both sleep in
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| These constant, silent messengers
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| 'Cause there’s a story that’s recorded in each fingerprint
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| That these disregarded artifacts collect
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| And if we boil down these documented memories
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| I have a feeling you should know what to expect
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| You were right on time
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| And out of nowhere
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| Right on time
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| Ohh ohh ohhh
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| And if they don’t talk
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| I’ll investigate a formula
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| Figures, equations, the details of our union
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| The edges of the nebula
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| At the end of such a long and worthy sacrifice
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| All that’s left is to submit my full report
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| I’ll have turned all of my hunches into certainties
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| And I will confirm what I already knew before
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| That you were right on time
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| And out of nowhere
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| Right on time
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| Ohh ohh ohhh
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| And as I stumble through the streets back from the alleyways
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| And everyone can see I’m bleeding through my shirt
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| And after describing all the shooter’s details carefully,
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| And I start to realize just how badly I’ve been hurt
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| You were right on time
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| And out of nowhere
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| You were right on time
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| Right on time
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| And out of nowhere
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| Right on time |