| Are you there?
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| Are you listening?
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| I hope one day you will meet me halfway
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| When you’re here, those thoughts become real
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| Will you always come and go?
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| The last couple of weeks I drank till I was blind
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| There’s a whole lot of catching up you left behind
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| Don’t expect for this to be alright
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| I did a whole lot of growing up, you were taking your time
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| You said we’d grow old, I could rest in your bones
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| I need you more than ever when I feel this alone
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| Hopelessly devoted to something you don’t know
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| Forever chasing warmth in the lines on the road
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| When do we call this an end?
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| When will my actions make amends with my friends?
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| When do we get to start again?
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| Even second chances are given to the dead
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| I want to be there through it all;
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| Live out the days that will remind me of the oldest days
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| When everything that you love just isn’t enough;
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| Won’t keep you warm anymore
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| Where do you run?
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| It’s always too much or never enough
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| Settling seems to be the hardest part of growing up
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| Hopefully you end the troubles I create for myself
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| And we will never start again
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| I’ll be loved and be glad |