| I’ve been thinking
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| About you and me
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| Maybe I was just
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| Seeing what I wanted to see
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| Well you can call me crazy
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| But you know this time I swore
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| That I wouldn’t run
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| But I can’t do that anymore
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| I can’t find my way to stay
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| And I can’t see my way to go
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| But I can’t give up without a fight
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| I can pack myself up in a matter of minutes
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| Leave you all far behind
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| And all of my old world and all the things in it are hard to find
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| If they ever were mine
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| Well you’ve been trying
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| And I know it’s been hard
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| And I’m afraid of
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| All this blood in my heart
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| If there’s one thing certain
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| It’s there ain’t nothing for sure
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| And I want to run
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| But I can’t do that anymore
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| 'Cause I can’t meet you half way
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| And I can’t have it my way
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| And I can’t give up without a fight
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| I can pack myself up in a matter of minutes
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| Leave you all far behind
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| And all of my old world and all the things in it are hard to find
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| All of my old world and all the things in it are hard to find
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| Like they ever were mine
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| I could count the good times we had
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| On one hand
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| All the rest was
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| A sort of means to the end
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| Well, now it’s done
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| And I can never
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| Go back where I was before
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| And I want to run
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| Get myself clean in a matter of minutes
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| Get it wrong every time
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| All of my whole world and all the things in it are hard to, hard to find
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| Everything changed in a matter of minutes
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| Nothing was saved in time
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| And all of my old world and all the things in it are hard to find
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| But they never
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| Never
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| Never
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| Were mine |