| I’ve been watching, I’ve been waiting
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| I’ve been ready, won’t you tell me, maybe?
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| I’ve been watching, I’ve been waiting
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| I’ve been patient, won’t you tell me, maybe?
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| Tell me? |
| Oh…
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| Now I’ve been going it alone
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| A broken heart is just the start of what it is that could go wrong
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| The pride I fake hangs like a stone
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| I want you to tell me, oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
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| I’ve been running in slow motion
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| With every year, another fear, I’ve pushed as far as I can go
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| And I’ve been blinded by that notion
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| I want you to tell me, oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa…
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| I want you to tell me, maybe
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| Where I need to go
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| I want you to help me, tell me
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| What I need to know
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| I’ve been trying, but my hands are tied
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| Am I running out of road? |
| (road?)
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| Am I a victim of my own design?
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| And I can’t help wondering if I’m running out of time
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| I want you to help me, tell me
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| What I need to know
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| I want you to help me, ooh… |