| Am I out of touch?
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| Am I out of my place?
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| When I keep saying that I'm looking for an empty space
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| Oh, I'm wishing you're here
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| But I'm wishing you're gone
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| I can't have you and I'm only gonna do you wrong
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| Oh, I'm going to mess this up
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| Oh, this is just my luck
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| Over and over and over again
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| In the meantime we let it go
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| At the roadside we used to know
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| We can let this drift away
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| Oh, we let this drift away
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| And there's always time to change your mind
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| Oh, there's always time to change your mind
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| Oh, there's always time to change your mind
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| Oh, love, can you hear me?
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| I'm sorry for everything
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| Oh, everything I've done
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| From the second that I was born it seems I had a loaded gun
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| And then I shot, shot, shot a hole through everything I loved
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| Oh, I shot, shot, shot a hole through every single thing that I loved
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| Am I out of luck?
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| Am I waiting to break?
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| When I keep saying that I'm looking for a way to escape
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| Oh, I'm wishing I had what I'd taken for granted
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| I can't help you when I'm only gonna do you wrong
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| Oh, I'm going to mess this up
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| Oh, this is just my luck
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| Over and over and over again
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| In the meantime we let it go
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| At the roadside we used to know
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| We can let this drift away
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| Oh, we let this drift away
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| And there's always time to change your mind
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| Oh, there's always time to change your mind
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| Oh, there's always time to change your mind
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| Oh, love, can you hear me?
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| I'm sorry for everything
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| Oh, everything I've done
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| From the second that I was born it seems I had a loaded gun
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| And then I shot, shot, shot a hole through everything I loved
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| Oh, I shot, shot, shot a hole through every single thing that I loved |