| Can I sit with you, talk for a while?
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| You know you make me feel alive
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| You know you make me wanna try harder
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| Can I tell you about the kick inside
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| How the stupid mess brings out your eyes
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| And all those cities inside
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| And how nothing can make me cry
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| A landslide has brought me to a straight road empty
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| And now nothing can make me cry
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| The city lights behind me, I know you’re with me in here
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| Well I go to the country to find myself
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| Crawl back to the city to lose myself again
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| Under lights this joke is wearing thin
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| Well it’s easy to be a winner when you don’t know what you’ve lost
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| It’s easy to be a believer in you
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| When nothing can make me cry
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| A landslide has brought me to a straight road empty
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| And now nothing can make me cry
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| The city lights behind me, I know you’re with me in here
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| And now nothing can make me cry
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| A landslide has brought me to a straight road empty
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| And nothing can make me cry
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| The city lights behind me, I know you’re with me in here
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| Brought me
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| Here
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| Brought me
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| Here
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| Brought me
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| Here |