| I’m not yours, and you’re not mine
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| But we can sit and pass the time
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| No fighting wars, no ringing chimes
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| We’re just feeling fine
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| This is where we’re supposed to be
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| Sitting by a broken tree
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| No tragedy, no poetry
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| Just staring at the sky
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| I could wait a thousand hours
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| Stay the same, in sun and showers
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| Pick apart a hundred flowers
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| Just to be quiet
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| Tell me when you feel ready
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| I’m the one, there’s not too many
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| Hold my hand to keep me steady
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| Just to be quiet with you
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| I like it here beside you dear
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| You’re even more than you appear
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| And in the clouds, my head is clear
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| Every time you say, «Hello»
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| Here’s my heart, and here’s my mouth
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| And I can’t help if things come out
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| 'Cause there are words I want to shout
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| But maybe I’ll stay low
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| I could wait a thousand hours
|
| Stay the same, in sun and showers
|
| Pick apart a hundred flowers
|
| Just to be quiet
|
| Tell me when you feel ready
|
| I’m the one, there’s not too many
|
| Hold my hand to keep me steady
|
| Just to be quiet
|
| I could wait a thousand hours
|
| Stay the same, in sun and showers
|
| Pick apart a hundred flowers
|
| Just to be quiet
|
| Tell me when you feel ready
|
| I’m the one, there’s not too many
|
| Hold my hand to keep me steady
|
| Just to be quiet with you
|
| I’m not yours, and you’re not mine
|
| But we can sit and pass the time
|
| I’m not yours, and you’re not mine
|
| But we can sit and pass the time |