| Say there’s some hypothetical way
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| To pretend it’s time that remains
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| To rewind or start this again
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| Too much to hide
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| Never saying quite what we mean
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| Always paint the shadowy scene
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| Making sure the list goes on and on and on
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| Wanted to know what you’re thinking
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| Wanted too much information you withhold
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| And I wanted to know what you’re thinking
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| But there’s always too much information
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| Pull the blinds and hide from the sun
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| 'Cause he’ll never leave us alone
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| 'Til were exposed for what we’ve become
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| Bury the truth with a promise of a new one
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| A crusade for something truer
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| Than this talk of how we’ll never quite belong
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| (Never belong)
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| Wanted to know what you’re thinking
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| Wanted too much information you withhold
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| And I wanted to know what you’re thinking
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| But there’s always too much information
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| (Never belong, never ever belong)
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| Wanted to know what you’re thinking
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| Wanted too much information you withhold
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| And I wanted to know what you’re thinking
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| But there’s always too much information
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| Wanted to know what you’re thinking
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| Wanted too much information you withhold
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| And I want every wall in the world to crumble and dissolve
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| But there’s always too much
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| Wanted to know what you’re thinking
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| Always too much information |