| Not long ago you saw your picture in my wallet
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| I fumbled the bills to keep it hidden
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| You said «Stop it, why?»
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| I wanna run but don’t know how
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| «You keep on worrying
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| I’m in your back pocket, take me out when you get curious»
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| I don’t wanna start again
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| Why do we always come up short
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| When you fold my world
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| I barely can breathe, still trapped in the crease
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| You’re wearing out the metaphor
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| In so many words, just say what you mean
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| Just say it to me
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| We come to talk, why won’t your lips move an inch?
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| And what’s a light without a crack to let it in
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| I will be damned if you aren’t something I don’t miss
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| When I don’t ever fall again
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| Is it worth the fight, we’re losing light with every move I make
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| Just wasting time deciding where we both can pass the blame
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| Well it all still feels so strange
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| So figure it out but you know you can make me wait too long
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| And I’m too afraid I won’t have something to fall back upon
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| When everything else goes wrong
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| I work too hard to think that you won’t exist but
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| It doesn’t take much to make me feel like I will slip up
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| I will be damned if you aren’t something I don’t miss
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| When I don’t never fall again
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| Grow up and talk, why won’t your lips move an inch?
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| Was I such a fool to write your letter on my wrist and
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| I will be damned if you aren’t something I don’t miss
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| When I don’t never fall again |