| I’m sick of being hopeful
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| I’m not being dramatic
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| I’m not being mysterious
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| Or even enigmatic
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| I see the train from my old room
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| It’s early on in the morning
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| If you saw me for what I am
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| Would you leave without warning?
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| HiLo the rain hits the window
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| My old scars are healing they’re on the mend
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| I’ll go wherever the wind goes
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| You might not ever see me again
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| HiLo the rain hits the window
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| My old scars are healing they’re on the mend
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| I’ll go wherever the wind blows
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| You might not ever see me again
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| The clock it stopped around 4am
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| It’s been that way for 12 months
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| There’s a comfort in knowing that
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| Twice a day things aren’t all wrong
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| I’m not an overachiever
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| Maybe I’m overreacting
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| Passed the tracks of the mountains
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| Always staring back at me
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| HiLo the rain hits the window
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| My old scars are healing they’re on the mend
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| I’ll go wherever the wind blows
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| You might not ever see me again
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| HiLo the rain hits the window
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| But I know the worst parts are in my head
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| I’ll go wherever the wind blows
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| You might not ever see me again
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| Baby I’m wasting you
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| Spending all of my time trying
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| Trying to chase the truth
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| But I’m sick of being hopeful
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| Baby I’m wasting you
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| Spending all of my time trying
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| Trying to chase the truth
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| But I’m sick of being hopeful
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| HiLo the rain hits the window
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| My old scars are healing they’re on the mend
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| I’ll go wherever the wind blows
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| You might not ever see me again
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| HiLo the rain hits the window
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| But I know the worst parts are in my head
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| I’ll go wherever the wind blows
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| You might not ever see me again |