| My tired heart ticks like an electric clock.
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| Heavy on my wrist, wish I could make it stop.
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| I’ve always waited for you.
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| I’ve always waited for you.
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| They must have known I was talking in code.
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| Come on, officer. |
| Officer, let me go.
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| Just let me go.
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| I fell off branches and landed on my back.
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| Thought I could take it, but my wings are made of wax.
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| I’ve always waited for
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| You must have known I was talking in code.
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| Come on, officer. |
| Officer, let me go.
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| All that salt in the air.
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| They just talk and they stare.
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| I’m a tired ghost, barely there.
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| And the city don’t care.
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| I must admit I’m a little bit
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| I must admit I’m a little bit
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| I must admit I’m a little bit lost in space.
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| I must admit I’m a little bit
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| I must admit I’m a little bit
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| I must admit I’m a little bit out of place.
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| They must have known I was talking in code.
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| Come on, give it up, give it up.
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| Take me home.
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| All that sound in the air. |
| They just spit and they stare.
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| I am lost, I know. |
| Losing hope, barely there.
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| And the city don’t care. |