| Wake me up from the long way that we’ve come
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| Just to find out that it’s all been said and done
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| But we’ll do it again and say it’s all in our heads
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| Something automatic when you speak before you think
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| And you walk beside yourself to pass the time
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| If you never play the game you never lose anyway
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| See the photograph on an empty wall
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| Pictures of a life I can’t call my own
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| I need a love that won’t do me wrong
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| Waiting for the sound of a false alarm
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| The pictures all that I know
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| So afraid to unravel what we’ve made
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| Out of everything that changed before our eyes
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| You see the turning of the tide will bring us back to the shore
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| Take a photograph when it starts to fade to black
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| Someday you might never know if I was there
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| It’s the harder that you try that makes it hard to let go
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| See the photograph on an empty wall
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| Pictures of a life I can’t call my own
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| I need a love that won’t do me wrong
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| Waiting for the sound of a false alarm
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| The pictures all that I know
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| See the photograph
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| Are the pictures real?
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| See the photograph
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| Are the pictures real?
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| Want the pictures to be real
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| Want the pictures |