| I hear you loud and clear
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| Through all the din and commotion
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| I hear you loud and clear
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| A constant ringing bell
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| Or the ocean in a shell I held up to my ear
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| While everything else
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| Is breaking like the waves down on the coastline
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| Breaking like the wine-stained glass that held my drink
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| Breaking like the heart that’s stuck inside my skin
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| Will it ever beat again
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| Or just go on bleeding 'til it’s empty
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| 'Til I fill it up again
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| I feel you baby
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| These aren’t fighting words, just a declaration
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| I feel you
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| So I guess I’ll be going now
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| I know you’re looking out for new eyes in the crowd
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| I’ll see you around
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| Breaking like the waves down on the coastline
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| Breaking like the wine-stained glass that held my drink
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| Breaking like the heart that’s stuck inside my skin
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| Will it ever beat again
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| Or just go on bleeding 'til it’s empty
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| 'Til I fill it up again
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| Shiny pieces underneath my feet
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| Shiny pieces
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| There’s a far-off feeling, I can’t shake it
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| Hold it in my hands but I’m not breaking
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| Shiny pieces all around me
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| Breaking like the waves down on the coastline
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| Breaking like the wine-stained glass that held my drink
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| Breaking like the heart that’s stuck inside my skin
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| Come on, fill it up again
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| Fill it up again
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| Fill it up again |