| I’ve been stepping on cracks just to see what’ll happen
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| Just daring that dam to break
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| And the shards of glass hold a million faces
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| Dark clouds that collect at the top of the buildings
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| Get the feeling of judgement day
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| And it’s lucky I don’t believe in such things
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| Or I’ll probably be down on my knees
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| Oh sometimes we feel the train coming
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| But we don’t move out of the way
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| If you stay then I’ll stay
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| And the worst that I’ve felt was a longing for feeling
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| To be done with this numbing noise
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| To be done with the silence of servitude
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| And I never wanna seem like I’m not moving
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| I’m never waiting for no paint to dry
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| And I never wanted you to see me just standing
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| Never wanted to seem still in your eyes
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| Oh sometimes we feel the train coming
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| But we don’t move out of the way
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| If you stay then I’ll stay
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| When you see the ones that you love
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| At the bottom of your coffee cup
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| And the city that you’re from makes a stranger of you
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| Then you know you’ve been away too long |