| Everyone takes their place for you
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| Each one accepts their little part
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| So many words I can’t afford to give away
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| I was expecting such a lot
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| Oh and you’re a long way from home
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| All of the thoughts you had were not your own
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| Even the time you came was somebody else’s time
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| But you’re alive between the lines
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| Did you know that I wrote down
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| Before we said anything
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| And you take away the context
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| As if I don’t make any same sense
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| The points start to give away
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| Compounding errors again and again
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| See mistakes we made and wouldn’t change
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| I was expecting a change
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| I was expecting a change
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| I was waiting for a change
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| I’m reminded of something I never knew
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| Distracted from a little taste
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| Of air between hours waiting for us
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| A breath tired of waiting for you
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| A breath trying and waiting for you
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| Did you know that I wrote down
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| Before we said anything
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| And you take away the context
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| As if I don’t make any same sense
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| Did you know that I wrote down
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| Before we said anything
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| And you take away the context
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| As if I don’t make any same sense |