| Well you’re a tough act to follow
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| And there’s been a few who tried
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| They gave up fighting for such a small prize
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| Should I still be fighting for your gaze
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| I don’t even know your face
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| I barely even remember
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| Treading on familiar ground
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| Won’t you just come around?
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| I’ve been lying here for years
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| My limbs have forgotten how
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| You know I dug this shallow grave
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| For both of us to stay
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| We grow up, we grow up, we grow into our skin
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| And it doesn’t change a thing
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| Because these ears are still barely listening
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| Treading on familiar ground
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| Won’t you just come around?
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| I’ve been lying here for years
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| My limbs have forgotten how
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| You know I dug this shallow grave
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| For both of us to stay
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| We could go outside
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| Dare to see a new set of walls
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| We could both waste away lying here all day
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| Here we can remain
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| I’ve been lying here for years
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| My limbs have forgotten how
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| To drag these bones around
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| You know I dug this shallow grave
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| For both of us to stay
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| We could go outside
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| Dare to see a new set of walls
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| We could both waste away lying here all day
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| Here we can remain |