| I left a message on your floor.
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| Still eight months since you’ve called.
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| Awake at night I think to myself,
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| Put it to bed so I can rest.
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| It’s getting hard to feel sorry for you.
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| I think your playing a victim.
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| It’s not abandonment when I get pushed away.
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| Your track record has it’s history of repeating habit through apologies.
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| And I’ve been running my track for far too long.
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| I can’t jump back in with the drop of a dime,
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| I’m not ready yet, I’m not ready yet.
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| What are the odds that we’ll ever see eye to eye?
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| I’m not ready yet, I’m not ready yet.
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| We’re only getting older so we’ll run out of time
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| to put things in perspective.
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| You think you’re perfect, you wait and see…
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| This life is hard and it’s brutal.
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| I did the best I could for what I had.
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| (??), it’s been bound and cuffed.
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| I’m just trying to guide you.
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| Is it not enough for myself and my lack of mind?
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| I see the boy in your arms, I see the tables turn.
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| I feel myself in your shoes, I feel there’s something I’ve learned.
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| I can’t jump back in with the drop of a dime,
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| I’m not ready yet, I’m not ready yet.
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| What are the odds that we’ll ever see eye to eye?
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| I’m not ready yet, still not ready yet.
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| We’re only getting older so we’ll run out of time
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| to put things in perspective. |