| Come here and tell me the truth
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| Even if it’s a lie
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| I know there’s a part of you
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| That doesn’t need to be told why
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| I know you don’t have time
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| To give me the time of day
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| So give me the reason why you like it
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| When I chase after you when you run away
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| I know you don’t know what the hell you want
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| That much you’ve made abundantly clear
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| But doing whatever the hell you want out there
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| Unfortunately affects me in here
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| So I light a cigarette
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| Even though I quit
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| 'Cause somehow it brings me closer to you
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| At least that’s a part of it
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| I don’t know what you’re waiting for, darling
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| The door is open, why don’t you just move forward?
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| Don’t look at me like I’m the one holding you back
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| And I won’t look at you like you have something I lack
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| 'Cause this is a time for me
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| Everything else can wait
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| Whatever is meant to be will be
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| And everything else can fall away
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| If freedom is what you want, my friend
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| You already have it
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| Go sow your wild oats, I guess
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| And tell me how that goes
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| But what are you gonna do
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| When you’re, say, 64
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| And there’s no one to constantly tell you
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| How amazing you are?
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| Maybe then you’ll look back
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| And realize what you had
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| Or maybe by then we’ll both be at a point
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| Where we can look back and laugh |