| On this day where you’re so messed it’s clear
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| Cannot explain the world you roam
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| Anyone who has been
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| As I walk with you, it chills me so
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| To hear you say it has come to this
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| And that it is okay
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| In a dream, I always talk to you
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| You seem fine again, my sweet
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| Feels alright to me
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| Is it right for you?
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| Flipping out I try to call to you
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| Do you call to me?
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| Tell me what to do
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| And I know it is not the same, there is no blame — still I bother you
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| And you say it is not your deal, it is mine to feel — follow along with you
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| Come alive I know you will sing to me
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| I would not sing to you
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| It is not a thing I do
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| Has it been a different feel for you?
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| The whole time this was going on
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| Or is it something new?
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| And I know it is not the same, there is no blame — still I am bothering you
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| And you say It is not your deal, it is mine to feel — you would not pull me
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| through
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| Anyway, you are not the same, it is the blame — follow along with you
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| It is a lingering that comes through me
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| Does it come to you?
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| Are we really through?
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| Any guy would do this thing for me
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| It is not much to ask
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| Why cannot you?
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| I am not going to say I have had my way
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| You sure saw to that
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| But what else can I do?
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| You promised so much that I would never touch
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| I believed in you
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| For the last time |