| I’ve been running out of
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| My 70 excuses
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| There comes a point when patience
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| Can’t take all these abuses
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| Now my reserves are empty
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| I’m feeling kind of low
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| Because when do you fight for someone
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| And when do you let ‘em go
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| The other day I thought I saw you on a magazine
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| Your stubborn nose pretending to belong to the machine
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| I’ve been waiting for you to come to your senses
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| Holding up your heavy heart, down there in the trenches
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| You don’t have to carry that weight all by yourself
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| Even you the mercenary could use a little help
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| You’ve got your gun, your bulletproof pride
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| You never run, but you sure know how to hide
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| My friend said he had seen you
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| At a movie theatre
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| You looked just had you had always
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| Didn’t ask about me either
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| I won’t say life ends without you
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| But you’re the only answer
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| You got me like a thief
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| You got me with my hands up
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| The other day I thought I saw you on a magazine
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| Your stubborn nose pretending to belong to the machine
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| I’ve been waiting for you to come to your senses
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| Holding up your heavy heart, down there in the trenches
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| You don’t have to carry that weight all by yourself
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| Even you the mercenary could use a little help
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| You’ve got your gun, your bulletproof pride
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| You never run, but you sure know how to hide
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| Your wish is falling before you
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| The stars are frustrating
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| You’re always into waiting love
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| Yeah, there’s something wrong
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| Yeah, be safe now
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| There’s a faith in my heart
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| Going days won’t stop
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| When I feel that I’m still
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| In the beat of your soul
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| When you talk
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| When you write
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| When you weave and you flow
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| And you leave and you stay
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| Only waiting is left
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| Now I’m kneeling around in the cold
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| I’ve been waiting for you to come to your senses
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| Holding up your heavy heart, down there in the trenches
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| You don’t have to carry that weight all by yourself
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| Even you the mercenary could use a little help
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| You’ve got your gun, your bulletproof pride
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| You never run, but you sure know how to hide |