| Got a goose-bump on my neck
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| Got a shortness in my breath
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| Got a sense of history,
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| Still a shroud of mystery,
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| There’s a yearning in my soul,
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| For a love I used to know,
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| Something praying in my mind,
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| Will there be a better time and…
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| Did we ever really try to make it?
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| Did we ever really try?
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| Did we ever really to face it?
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| To see eye to eye.
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| Or did we just run cause it’s too hard?
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| And we keep on running on the spot.
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| I got lightning in my veins,
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| A desire that never wains,
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| I can’t sleep a wink tonight,
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| Lie awake still mystified that…
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| I had a chance to make it real,
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| I had a chance to break, the wound wouldn’t heal,
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| Now what am I to do,
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| When I don’t have you, when I don’t have you…
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| Did we ever really try to make it?
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| Did we ever really try?
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| Did we ever really try to face it?
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| To see eye to eye.
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| Or did we just run cause it’s too hard?
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| And we keep on running on the spot!
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| Too hard, too hard, too hard…
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| Did we just run cause it’s too hard?
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| Did we just run cause it’s too hard?
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| Did we ever really try to make it?
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| Did we ever really try?
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| Did we ever really to face it?
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| To see eye to eye.
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| Oh did we just run cause it’s too hard?
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| Or did we just run cause it’s too hard? |