| On display, an open heart for the world to see
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| By the way, you fill me with your uncertainty
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| Now I can’t think or try to speak anymore
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| Only time, will tell if you’ll be the first to stay
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| The fault is mine, for letting hope get me all the same
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| Now I can’t sleep for fear of what I could see
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| And I know it’s wrong
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| To let you walk into my heart, into my home
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| But maybe I’m sick and I’m tired
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| Of feeling alone, if you’re not my own
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| At least I can say, as long as you stay
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| You give me better days.
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| A pearl inside a shell
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| She takes your attention like nothing else
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| And how am I supposed to feel?
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| Like I’m made of glass and I’m hardly real
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| And I know it’s wrong
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| To let you walk into my heart, into my home
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| But maybe I’m sick and I’m tired
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| Of feeling alone, if you’re not my own
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| At least I can say, as long as you stay
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| You give me better days
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| Better days
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| I should’ve seen it all the same
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| Every look upon your face
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| I guess I was wrong
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| To let you walk into my heart, into my home
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| But maybe I’m sick and I’m tired
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| Of feeling alone, and you’re not my own
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| So all I can say is you’ve chosen her instead
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| And there’ve been better days
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| There’ve been better days |