| There is a part of me that always sees the easy way out.
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| If it doesn’t hurt, then not another word.
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| You keep the reasons all but hidden, it feels like we will drown.
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| Do I hold on, when it’s so far gone?
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| To recall all the footsteps in the hall, with our loose lips.
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| Chemicals in the bloodstream. | 
| Start the surgery.
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| Take care not to hurt me.
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| Send the signal. | 
| Send the signal.
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| Send the signal. | 
| Send the signal.
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| There is a part of me that always sees the easy way out. | 
| (Is this the easy way?)
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| If it doesn’t hurt, then not another word. | 
| (then take me back inside…)
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| You keep the reasons all but hidden, it feels like we will drown.
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| (is this is where we were…)
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| Do I hold on, when it’s so far gone?
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| Brush the skin; | 
| blood involved.
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| Lose the voice.
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| She rejoices if I’m all alone.
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| Beauty takes more than anything.
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| But I can’t stop whats inside of me.
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| Send the signal. | 
| Send the signal.
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| Send the signal. | 
| Send the signal.
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| There is a part of me that always sees the easy way out. | 
| (Is this the easy way?)
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| If it doesn’t hurt, then not another word. | 
| (then take me back inside…)
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| You keep the reasons all but hidden, it feels like we will drown.
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| (is this is where we were…)
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| Do I hold on, when it’s so far gone?
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| Is there a chance, just a chance that you need me?
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| Or are we better off thinking that in this dance the romance is a secret?
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| But I’m not quite sure I believe it.
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| With my eyes, with my words, slowly rise and fall…
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| (Catch me, I’m slipping through)
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| Slowly rise and fall.
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| (Catch me, I’m slipping through)
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| Slowly rise and fall.
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| (Catch me, I’m slipping through your fingers) |