| Untimely innuendo
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| Caught me off tempo
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| Miles outside of Detritus Lane
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| Postal codes you’re changing
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| Late to life derangement
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| Stopped trying to love you anyway I can because
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| It’s all lies
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| The plastic faces in the phone lines
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| The hand I am searching
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| What are you afraid of then?
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| I want to tell you but it’s all I know
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| If I could see you again
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| The hand that holds you
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| Well, it’s all I talk about
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| Yes, I’ve known nothing new
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| Fictitious fluctuating
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| Selling me a generation
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| All the while tempting and killing me with patience
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| All night
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| The vacant notion that I’m cutting ties
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| The hand I am searching
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| What are you afraid of then?
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| I think about it that it’s all I know
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| If I could see you again
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| And I could feel it
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| But I’m well out of time
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| Feel you again if I could
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| All night
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| The vacant notion of the city lights
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| The vacuum faces of the phone lines
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| Vapid coast
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| Steeped in the ebb and flow
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| New era, same joke
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| It wasn’t that long ago
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| If I could see you again but I’m well out of time
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| But we could talk about
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| In sweet nothings of all I’ve known
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| See you again if I could
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| Well I’d adore you
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| But we’re all out of time
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| And that is nothing new
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| What are you afraid of then?
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| I think about it that it’s all I’ve known
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| If I could see you again
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| And I could feel it
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| But I’m well out of time
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| Feel you again if I could
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| Well out of time |