| I was always running, always hurt
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| But I couldn’t let it go, it was too hard to get going
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| And I kept hoping that you would run first
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| I couldn’t let it go, you were too good to know
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| You were my own
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| The memories hold
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| They’re overgrown
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| But now I know
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| There’s no climbing over
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| Because I know you’ll never see me through
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| Well, I can feel my heart pressing down on me
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| Feeling like the sun setting on the sea
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| It’s getting to the edge of what could be
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| I can’t fight it off, I can’t fight it off
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| Oh, you know you could’ve had it all
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| But you want me like your crown
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| And it seemed your favorite thing to do
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| Was to keep me in the dark and turned around
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| You can say I’m crazy for giving up
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| You can wave your sayings like a flag
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| You can wave high over your head
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| You can sing your song to bring me again
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| You were my own
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| The memories hold
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| They’re over grown
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| Moments of the past
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| Have dimmed too much
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| To bring us back
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| But I can feel my heart pressing down on me
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| Feeling like the sun setting on the sea
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| It’s getting to the edge of what could be
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| I can’t fight it off, I can’t fight it off
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| Well, I can feel my heart pressing down on me
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| Feeling like the sun setting on the sea
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| It’s getting to the edge of what could be
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| I can’t fight it off, I can’t fight it off
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| No I can’t, no, I can’t fight it off
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| No I can’t, no, I can’t fight it off
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| No I can’t, no, I can’t fight it off
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| No I can’t, no I can’t fight it off
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| Over and over, over and over
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| No I can’t, no, I can’t fight it off
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| No I can’t, no, I can’t fight it off
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| No I can’t, no, I can’t fight it off
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| No I can’t, no I can’t fight it off
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| Over and over, over and over
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| Well, I can feel my heart pressing down on me
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| Feeling like the sun setting on the sea
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| It’s getting to the edge of what could be
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| And I can’t fight it off, I can’t fight it off
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| Edge of what could be
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| Edge of what could be
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| Edge of what could be
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| Over and over, over and over
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| Edge of what could be
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| Edge of what could be
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| Edge of what could be
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| Over and over, over and over |