| From the way that you hung up the phone
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| I could tell that you felt so alone
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| Took a walk to the old esplanade
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| Tried to put out the fires you made
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| Always wondered if I was a fake
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| Now I know I was just half awake
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| At the sermon I burst into tears
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| Overcome with irrational fears
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| Fought my way past the falling debris
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| Lost a day by the silvery sea
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| Always wondered if I was a fake
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| Now I know I was just half awake
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| And I know I’m the stubborn kind
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| And I know I can be so blind
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| But gold like this is hard to find
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| And I thought I could change your mind
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| I won’t come to your house anymore
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| I know that you won’t answer the door
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| I won’t come to your house anymore
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| I know that you won’t answer the door
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| I won’t come to your house anymore
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| I know that you won’t answer the door
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| I won’t come to your house anymore
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| I know that you won’t answer the door |