| Should I really have to coax nothing but
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| a half a heart that comes and goes, but never really stays?
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| Will desperate words from a desperate song do anything but hurt us both?
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| I’d rather not this time. |
| So give me back what’s left of me
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| and I’ll settle on my own you can find what you’re looking for,
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| I’ll wait here, and wait for yesterday.
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| So redraw the maps. |
| we’re lost again.
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| Or maybe we were never going anywhere.
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| If only we could trace the steps, we’d never find this place again
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| But they always wash away.
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| You’re asking, I’m trying now, but we passed the starts
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| and found there’s nothing really there. |
| There never was.
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| So let’s go back again… again. |