| It’s not easy
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| No satisfaction guaranteed
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| Still I get queasy
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| Trying to make them see anyway
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| I used to wonder
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| «When will we get enough
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| «Have I had enough?»
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| Do you ever want the future today?
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| Isn’t there something we can take to know better?
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| Memory’s fading
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| Fingertips keep forgetting the way
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| So green with envy
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| Its like a tidal wave crashing all over me
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| I used to wonder
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| «When will we get enough
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| «Have I had enough?»
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| Do you ever want the future today?
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| Isn’t there something we can take to know better?
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| If I measure my hope by my jealousy
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| I know the feeling won’t stop
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| We will never get enough
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| Can we stay in bed today and just get to know the feeling that this was meant
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| to be?
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| Can we stay inside today and hang up the phone and just be alone?
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| Its not easy
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| No satisfaction guaranteed
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| I get queasy
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| They’re rolling their eyes but here’s what I’ve got to say:
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| The price of beauty; |
| to find love in a quiet moment of pain
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| Stay for a lifetime, its gonna take the rest of our days to explain
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| Do you ever want the future today?
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| Isn’t there something we can take to know better?
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| If I measure my hope by my jealousy then the moment won’t come
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| For the feeling to stop telling me what to love, telling me not to forget till
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| its done
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| Its not gonna change till I know that we’ve won
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| We will never get enough |