| When I open up to speak
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| You hear another voice it’s so frustrating
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| Paint a picture in unlikely shades
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| (a world in which we get our shit together)
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| Which side of the grave are we on in the end
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| I can’t shake the thought
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| That I’m a fading memory
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| I can’t turn it off
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| It’s like a wave of disbelief
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| Every time we’re forced to fill the spaces
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| With another love another lie
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| Do you ever wonder can we escape it
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| Give it another go another try
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| Hesitation as I turn to leave
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| 'cause when I look at you my world stops spinning
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| Which side of the page are we on in the end
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| I can’t shake the thought
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| That I’m a fading memory
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| I can’t turn it off
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| It’s like a wave of disbelief |