| It’s hard to find a reason
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| To keep standing in the rain
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| I owe it to my heart to try again
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| Now I’m standing on the corner
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| In a town that’s hard to face
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| 'Cause it feels like I’m drifting
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| Through outer space
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| So was it in, was it out
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| Tell me what it’s all about
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| Problems that appear so tall
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| Turn out to be so small
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| When you’re left with nothing at all
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| I wanna wake up in the morning
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| Above these lonely streets
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| And feel you lying next to me So was it black, was it white
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| Tell me, is it day or night
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| Problems that appear so tall
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| Turn out to be so small
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| Compared to nothing at all
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| So many people can tell you what’s true
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| And the more that you listen
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| The more that we lose
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| You can feel it disappear
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| Was it in, was it out
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| Tell me what it’s all about
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| Problems that appeared so tall
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| Turned out to be so small
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| Compared to nothing at all
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| At all, oh |