| Days were different when you counted them in hours
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| There were some things that she never wanted again
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| In fragmented words, too weak to hear
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| There were some things that she never wanted again
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| Like: do you want to be the man she once knew?
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| Do you want to be the woman she knew too
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| Days were different when you counted them in hours
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| There were some things that she never wanted again
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| Like, she won’t talk of blocks, and of time
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| And of clocks and how they bind
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| And the days that have passed so fast that you might
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| Bring the past to the present, and say it is your future life
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| I’m waking up from a bed of past lives lived
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| 'cause I’m living my life 'half-life, half-lived.'
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| Days were different when you counted them in hours
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| There were some things that she never wanted again
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| In fragmented words, too weak to hear
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| There were some things that she never wanted again
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| Like: do you want to be the man she once knew?
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| Do you want to be the woman she knew too
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| Do you want to be the woman
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| She was you
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| Days are different now
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| They are ours
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| And days are different now
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| They are mine |