| Maybe we, why don’t we
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| Sit right here for half an hour?
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| We’ll speak of what a waste I am
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| And how we missed your beat again
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| I swear we need to find some comfort in this
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| Run down place
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| To bridge the gap of this conscious state that we live in
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| And I’m short on time
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| How come you try? |
| That brings us home
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| To fit the shape of, and I pray for
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| What they tell you, you to move on, move on
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| But mostly what they show you
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| At this rate we can’t keep up, I’m taking back all the things I’ve said
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| I’m taking back all the things I’ve said
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| But I sure can’t just sit still
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| Keep me filled in, I swear I’ll come
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| We walk alone, we walk alone
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| We walk alone, we walk alone
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| We walk alone, we walk alone
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| Back home, alone, back home
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| You’re almost gone and I’m okay, I still see your shadow
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| To give you time to be afraid
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| But never your face
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| I still, I remember your presence
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| I hope to God you come down
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| I hope to God you feel this now
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| I hope to God you come down
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| I hope to God
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| I know there must be some way out of here
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| And all of them will be waiting there |