| Something about the cadence
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| In which she spoke
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| Just let you know
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| That one way or another
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| You’d never be the same
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| Maybe it was the way
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| That she used your full name
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| To ask you
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| If it might yet be the right time
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| And it never came
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| So you saw her from across the room
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| You noticed how she
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| Leaned back with all her weight
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| Looking real good and
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| You thought this was someone
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| You’d have to get to know soon
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| What happens now?
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| What happens now?
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| What happens now?
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| What happens now?
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| There was a short term
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| We never slept alone
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| Dreams were never needed
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| Cause you thought they’d found a home
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| And you thought maybe, just for the night
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| I could change my mind
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| She drew a picture
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| With exactly the same stories
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| Almost as though you’d never sorted out anew
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| It’s a few goals that came
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| After wasted waiting
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| And watching her wait, so
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| What happens now?
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| What happens now?
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| What happens now?
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| What happens now?
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| Like a blur, a revelation
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| I should never notice you in the sky
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| It’s full love and hesitation
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| Like you’re running through without a false question
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| Well, she laid out an invitation
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| To your own imagination
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| The cuddling burden left open forever
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| We’d never seen interpretation
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| You live hazy days, and paves the ways
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| The crumbling vision’s burning
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| The empty pages fill so easily
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| But all you want is still angling once you leave
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| Changes daily
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| We could all change our ways, baby
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| But she’s gonna go anyway |