| When you think you’ve found
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| Something worth holding onto
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| Were you reaching for attention
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| Hoping she would notice you?
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| Collecting bottles and
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| Thrown-away cans
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| Like she was returnable
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| One day would fill your hands
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| How she loved you
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| All you imagined
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| Fit so well into your plans
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| Maybe one day soon
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| It will all come out
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| How you dream about
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| Each other sometimes
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| With the memory of
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| How you once gave up
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| But you made it through
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| The troubled times
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| Pining away
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| Every hour in your room
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| Rolling with the motion
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| Waiting 'til it’s opportune
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| Sitting there
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| Watching time fly past you
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| Why do tomorrow
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| What you could never do?
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| How she loved you
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| All you imagined
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| All the shit you put her through
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| Maybe one day soon
|
| It will all come out
|
| How you dream about
|
| Each other sometimes
|
| With the memory of
|
| How you once gave up
|
| But you made it through
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| The troubled times
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| And it takes a lot of nerve
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| To ask how she is doing
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| Start with a weak foundation
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| You will end in ruins
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| The way the days and hours pass
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| You’ll never understand
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| Falling like rain through your hands
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| Maybe one day soon
|
| It will all come out
|
| How you dream about
|
| Each other sometimes
|
| With the memory of
|
| How you once gave up
|
| But you made it through
|
| The troubled times
|
| Maybe one day soon
|
| It will all come out
|
| How you dream about
|
| Each other sometimes
|
| With the memory of
|
| How you once gave up
|
| But you made it through
|
| The troubled times |