| All these walls are up in arms
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| Making fun of my mistakes
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| Is it time to drag the leg of what we have come to?
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| Are you answering the call?
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| Are you raking up the leaves?
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| Are you searching the tv for some kind of answer?
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| Stumble through your door
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| Fall into your bedroom
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| Fighting just to find something to feel
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| I’m holding in your might
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| Not dialing your number
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| Did it have to come this far to make it real?
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| Make it real, make it real
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| All these walls are up in arms
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| But they don’t pull me to relief
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| As I’m tumbling from sleep to wish I was dreaming
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| Are you answering the call?
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| Do you wish that you were young
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| Sinking softly from the weight of what you were leaving
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| Stumble through your door
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| Fall into you bedroom
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| Fighting just to find something to feel
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| I’m not calling your might
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| I’m not dialing your number
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| Did it have to come this far to make it real?
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| Make it real
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| Do you wish that you were young?
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| As we’re calling
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| As we answer it
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| Do you wish that you were young?
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| As we’re fighting
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| As we’re calling
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| As we answer it
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| Do you wish that you were young?
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| As we wish that we were young
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| As we’re calling
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| As we stumble
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| As we stumble
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| As we stumble
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| As we stumble
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| As we stumble |