| It’s not the first time, I’ve been here before
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| I’ve stood in the hallway and stared at the door
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| My friends say I’m steady, both feet on the ground
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| But they never see me when she’s around
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| When I’m standing on shaky ground (on shaky ground), afraid to look down
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| At the footsteps of a fool (footsteps of a fool)
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| What good does it do you to wait for the day
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| She’ll come around and she’ll see things your way
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| I swear that I’ll walk away before it’s the end
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| But each time it happens, I’m, I’m right back again
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| Standing here on this shaky ground (on shaky ground), afraid to look down
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| I keep standing here on this shaky ground (on shaky ground)
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| Afraid to look down, at the footsteps of a fool
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| She doesn’t really love me anymore |