| I’ve seen it coming
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| You’ve been holding out for nothing
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| You’ve been suffering
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| Never knowing what you wanted
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| You soy it’s nothing
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| But we’re all a slave to something
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| So you pray for the unknown
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| And you’ll stay for it all
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| And I could be X to you oh
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| I could be friends to you
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| I could be dead to you
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| I could be X to you oh
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| I could be only the sounds of you thoughts
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| In the night when you’re less than alone
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| Honest is nothing at all
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| Drown from the thought of a night
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| When I’m next to you oh
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| Promising nothing at all
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| It’s ok to rush in
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| And I know they see you running
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| Palms are rubbing
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| Over all that noise you’re hushing
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| Palms are rubbing
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| Over all that noise you’re hushing
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| You soy it’s nothing
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| But we’re all a slave to something
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| So you pray for the unknown
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| And you’ll stay for it all
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| And I could be X to you oh
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| I could be friends to you
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| I could be dead to you
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| I could be X to you oh
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| I could be only the sounds of you thoughts
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| In the night when you’re less than alone
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| Honest is nothing at all
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| Drown from the thought of a night
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| When I’m next to you oh
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| Promising nothing at all
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| And I could be X to you oh
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| I could be friends to you
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| I could be dead to you
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| I could be X to you oh
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| I could be only the sounds of you thoughts
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| In the night when you’re less than alone
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| Honest is nothing at all
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| Drown from the thought of a night
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| When I’m next to you oh
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| Promising nothing at all
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| Promising nothing at all |