| We were breaking up past midnight
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| You said I got too tight, had to get away
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| So I drew a silver circle
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| We looked at each other
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| But had nothing left to say
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| I was working on my own case
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| Had to take a short break
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| Had to hide again
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| We were breaking up past midnight
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| You said I got too tight, had to walk away
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| Do you, do you feel
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| Do you feel where you belong?
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| Is this something real
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| Cause I can’t hold on this long
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| Every time you leave
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| Every time you leave
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| Do you, do you feel
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| Cause I can’t hold on this long
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| Do you, do you feel
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| Do you feel where you belong?
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| Do you, do you feel
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| Do you feel where you belong?
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| I was waiting on the first train
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| My mind drove me insane, had to face the day
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| I stopped looking for the reason
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| To wait another season and throw it all away
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| Now that I am growing older
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| My feelings turn colder
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| I had to hide again
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| We were breaking up past midnight
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| You said I got too tight, had to walk away
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| Do you, do you feel
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| Do you feel where you belong?
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| Is this something real
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| Cause I can’t hold on this long |
| Every time you leave
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| Every time you leave
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| Do you, do you feel
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| Cause I can’t hold on this long
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| Do you, do you feel
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| Do you feel where you belong?
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| Do you, do you feel
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| Do you feel where you belong?
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| I was born on an empty street
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| Where everybody meets to hang out
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| I was born on an empty street
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| Where everybody meets to hang out
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| I was born on an empty street
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| Where everybody meets to hang out
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| All my doors are covered in wood
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| And all my silent screams have died out
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| Every time you leave
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| Every time you leave
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| Do you, do you feel
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| Cause I can’t hold on this long
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| Do you, do you feel
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| Do you feel where you belong?
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| Do you, do you feel
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| Do you feel where you belong? |