| Caught up in a little town
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| Wasted dream, both devout
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| Just to see how hard he can make me cry
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| Man, we do it to ourselves
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| Caught up in what we don’t say
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| Pretending that we love living straight
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| Just to see how hard i can make you cry
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| Man, we do it to ourselves
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| Now we stand face to face, got nothing to say
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| There’s nothing to keep me here
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| The line that brought you to me will take you away
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| I’m standing in front of you
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| I’m a million miles away
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| Blackness, blackness, all around
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| What holds you up eventually pulls you down
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| After all that is golden is slipping through our hands
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| Man, well we do it to ourselves
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| Now we stand face to face, got nothing to say
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| There’s nothing to keep me here
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| The line that brought me to you will take me away
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| I’m standing in front of you
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| I’m a million miles away
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| Now we stand face to face, got nothing to say
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| There’s nothing to keep me here
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| The line that brought you to me will take you away
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| I’m standing in front of you
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| I’m a million miles away
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| I’m standing in front of you
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| I’m a million miles away |