| I don’t know how to stay
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| Knowing everything I knew
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| I barely scratched the surface
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| Don’t know how to trust your face
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| Not sure if you trust in mine
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| What do you see when you see me
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| And what do you think I see with?
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| I see
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| Honest to God, I thought we were dreaming
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| Tell me why you wanna wake up
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| Show me the lies you’d rather believe in
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| Tell me why you wanna break us
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| Honest to God, I thought we were dreaming
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| Tell me why you wanna wake up
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| Show me the lies you’d rather believe in
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| Tell me why you wanna break us
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| Call it gesture
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| born in talking, amen
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| Call it a sign to set the suggestion
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| Call it a giveaway, an autographed lesson
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| Almost but not quite, I’m leaving
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| Autumn, yeah alright, with the feeling
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| Of love and hate at the same time
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| Ain’t my cup of tea
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| Follow the same lines, 'bout a season
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| Vision altered, I’m not wrong
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| I’m believe me it’s close
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| Close enough to see (we hate seeing the same)
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| Honest to God, I thought we were dreaming
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| Tell me why you wanna wake up
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| Show me the lies you’d rather believe in
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| Tell me why you wanna break us
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| Honest to God, I thought we were dreaming
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| Tell me why you wanna wake up
|
| Show me the lies you’d rather believe in
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| Tell me why you wanna break us
|
| Call it gesture
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| born in talking, amen
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| Call it a sign to set the suggestion
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| Call it a giveaway, an autographed lesson |