| With tired eyes you fixate on the night
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| Were your caffeine dreams enough to sleep?
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| And I know you know the signs
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| Like a two way street to the stars gotta let em shine
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| Paint your eyes with crying implied
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| I know you want me to want you believe me I want to
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| But I’m hanging up the line
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| It was like chasing shores
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| Your the black keys in this symphony
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| When the tide is gone
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| And the fog rolls in
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| Close your eyes and smile
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| And baby let it in
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| And the world seems so damn firce
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| When The tirs point in the wrong direction
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| It’s not perfection
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| Its just a reaction
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| To everything you fear
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| You’re my curtain call
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| You’re my nerve before a show
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| You’re the heat from the lights
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| A feeling no one can know
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| And now the ache inside my chest
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| Feels like home
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| I’m walking on a thin line between what’s right and what I know
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| I’m just sitting here building paper forts inside my mind
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| I’m sorry I can’t get the nerve to knock on your apartment door
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| I know I left you feeling sad
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| And I must admit I’m not perfect
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| And I know I’m not as strong as I should be
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| But I can’t stress enough that you mean the world to me
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| I think I’m lacking motivation
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| Or just simple characteristics
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| And I haven’t ate or drank a thing
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| Except a weeks worth of frustrations
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| Because my head is in the clouds
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| And my egos representing
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| My heart went out the screen door
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| Face first into the bullshit
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| And I want to want you
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| And I want to hurt you
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| And the world seems so damn fierce
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| When The tires point in the wrong direction
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| It’s not perfection
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| Its just a reaction
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| To everything you fear
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| You’re my curtain call
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| You’re my nerve before a show
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| You’re the heat from the lights
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| A feeling no one can know
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| And now the ache inside my chest
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| Feels like home
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| I’m walking on a thin line between what’s right and what I know
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| Between what’s right and what I know |