| I sit alone in this empty garden
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| Me and the stars tonight
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| This wooden swing is close to breaking
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| And things just don’t feel righ
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| How will I know if you never tell me?
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| How you really feel
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| Just as the swing, things are meant to be broken
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| But a heart can heal
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| All your feelings hide inside, disguises
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| Let me see the side that you won’t show
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| If you keep all these curtains on your windows
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| How can I know if I’m lost in your disguises
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| Thinking back to the time we started
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| There was no one to blame
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| The held on time to this key you gave me
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| Before it caught the rain
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| Now it’s just some rusting metal
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| It’s just not the same
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| I wish the key could open up your mirror
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| And let me in again
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| All your feelings hide inside, disguises
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| Let me see the side that you won’t show
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| If you keep all these curtains on your windows
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| How can I know if I’m lost in your disguises
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| In your disguises
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| All your feelings hide inside, disguises
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| Let me see the side that you won’t show
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| If you keep all these curtains on your windows
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| How can I know if I’m lost
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| How can I know if I’m lost in your disguises
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| In your disguises |