| Peek behind every door frame
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| Just to make sure no one’s home to catch you
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| Catch you in a refrain
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| Song that I learned
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| From you
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| And every picture in the frame
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| They just seem to keep melting away
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| Like the freckles on your face
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| After summer sun has gone away
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| From you
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| And who’s to say
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| We let it slip away
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| And who’s to say
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| That we failed
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| 'Cause I am still waiting for
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| I’m still waiting for you to look at me
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| I said they cut half the budget
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| And they laid off half of the department
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| Can we make it through it
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| Can we make it through it
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| Without you
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| And every illustration
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| They just keep on coming out the same
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| So just keep tracing and tracing and tracing
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| And try to find a way to place some of the blame on you
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| And who’s to say
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| We never slip away
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| And who’s to say
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| That we failed
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| 'Cause I am still waiting for
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| I’m still waiting for you to look at me
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| Never called it a comeback, you know I did
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| Trace the steps and you found that I can’t commit
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| Never called it a comeback, you know I did
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| Trace the steps and you that I can’t commit
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| And I am still waiting for
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| I’m still waiting for you to look at me
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| Never called it a comeback
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| Never called it a comeback
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| Never called it a comeback |