| They’re crawling out, the later it gets.
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| It’s so hard, so hard to believe,
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| In the good unfolding, we lack the patience.
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| Come back down,
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| We’re all ready now.
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| We’re all drowning in our follies,
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| Broken hearts and broken bodies.
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| Come back down,
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| We’re all ready now.
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| We’re all drowning in our follies,
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| Broken hearts and broken bodies.
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| A line, a sight I’ve hid behind,
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| Behind your eyes, no greater vision.
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| The life I lead has become,
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| Increasingly the life you lead in me.
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| Come back down,
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| We’re all ready now.
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| We’re all drowning in our follies,
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| Broken hearts and broken bodies.
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| Come back down,
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| We’re all ready now.
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| We’re all drowning in our follies,
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| Broken hearts and broken bodies.
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| You’ve lost your mind,
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| It helps to pass the time.
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| Or you’re faced on what could have been,
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| There’s a fine line between memory and loneliness.
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| Come back down,
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| We’re all ready now.
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| We’re all drowning in our follies,
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| Broken hearts and broken bodies.
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| Come back down,
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| We’re all ready now.
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| Though our hearts all scream inside us,
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| We don’t dream we keep them quiet.
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| Come back down,
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| We’re all ready now.
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| We’re all drowning in our follies,
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| Broken hearts and broken bodies. |