| So here’s another breathless night
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| Another burst of tears
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| Tried breathing in the shower
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| And confess to you my irrational fears
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| And like a thousand times before
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| You’ll try to encourage me
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| To be a little smarter
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| A little stronger than this pointless state I’m in
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| Oh, how I long to believe you
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| When you’re telling me the best is yet to come
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| Oh, how I long to believe you
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| When you’re telling me the best is yet to come
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| But here’s another lonely Monday
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| Of another week
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| Another random hour of gazing through the window at a tree
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| Leaves burst from its branches
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| Oh, so vividly
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| With no concessions
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| Oh, how very different from this useless state I’m in
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| Oh, how I long to believe you
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| When you’re telling me the best is yet to come
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| Oh, how I long to believe you
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| When you’re telling me the best is yet to come
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| I bend and break
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| But in the most familiar way, in the most familiar way
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| Oh lonesome days
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| In the most familiar way, in the most familiar way
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| In the most familiar way
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| I long to believe you
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| When you’re telling me the best is yet to come
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| I long to believe you
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| When you’re telling me the best is yet to come
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| Oh, how I long to believe you
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| When you’re telling me the best is yet to come
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| Oh, how I long to believe you
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| When you’re telling me the best is yet to come |