| If it’s too late to try, then leave without it
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| Turn on the light, don’t let it grow
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| Here’s to your escape, because you’ll never find it
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| This voice is trapped in this world
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| And squash this laughter, form empty lines
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| But it’s getting cold in the fright
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| 'Cause it’s too late to try and talk around this
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| Now I know what I know
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| Can I live, can I live?
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| Or am I barely afloat?
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| Just come on back, come on back
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| Come back, tell me is that true?
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| Come on back, come on back
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| Come back, tell me is that true?
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| Now I know the reasons why
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| She was meant to die
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| But I still see the hollow land in your eyes
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| And we all raise a fight
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| Living man in return to calm my eyes
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| She taught me how to live with a disguise
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| Ans squash this laughter, form empty lines
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| But it’s getting cold in the fright
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| 'Cause it’s too late to try and talk about this
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| Now I know what I know
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| Can I live, can I live?
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| Or am I barely afloat?
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| Just come on back, come on back
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| Come back, tell me is that true?
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| Come on back, come on back
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| Come back, tell me is that true?
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| Come on back, come on back
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| Come back, tell me is that true?
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| Woah |