| I used to make the fire
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| Now I’m running out of flame
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| The closer I get the more regrets
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| And I won’t change everything
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| To have you back again
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| But I can’t keep everything the same
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| They say it won’t get harder
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| I’m gonna be OK
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| But it’s just like me going against the break
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| And while I tie to your shoestrings
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| And I’m breaking from the strain
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| Those damn thongs hold on like chains
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| Yeah those damn things hold on like chains
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| Was I ever really more than ordinary
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| Did you ever see me like I saw you
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| Was I ever really more than ordinary
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| Did you ever need me like I need you now
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| I need you now
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| If I was a liar, I had a few more friends
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| The chances are my heart would never mend
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| Even know my conscience would go
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| Running back again
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| Doesn’t really hurt to pretend
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| No, it doesn’t really hurt to pretend
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| Was I ever really more than ordinary
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| Did you ever see me like I saw you
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| Was I ever really more than ordinary
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| Did you ever need me like I need you now
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| I need you now
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| I need you now
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| I need you now… |