| I know you’re underneath there
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| Waiting on an air supply
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| To feed your darkest secret
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| The one that’s keeping us alive
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| You blame me; |
| I don’t blame you
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| We’ve traded places over time
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| Anger’s only fear gone desperate
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| That’s why I keep an eye on mine
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| I never know where I should be
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| But you tell me answers I just can’t believe
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| I can’t believe you
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| I can’t believe you now
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| 33! |
| — I don’t feel that old, but
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| The calendar can’t tell a lie
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| Equal measures, sweet & vicious
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| The story I make of my life
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| I plead «Peace!» |
| then build the bomb back
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| The second that the treaty’s signed
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| Letting go is an active practice
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| I’m working at it all the time
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| You taught me to call worrying work
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| But that kind of action’s a paralysis curse
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| I can’t believe you
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| I can’t believe you now
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| Back to the door, hands to your head
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| You said exactly what you meant
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| I never thought the end was «The End»
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| I figured that somehow we’d be back here again
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| I can’t believe you
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| I can’t believe you now |