| So I’m waiting by a phone
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| For the blessed ring
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| Like a holy grail
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| For a fisher king
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| Time is ticking down
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| Like a metronome
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| Rhythm for my brain and it’s ceaseless games
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| I never seem to play them to the beat I hear
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| Thought my heart beat is a beat that beats so near
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| So we had a talk last night about the heavy blow
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| That you dealt in fright you’re back against the wall
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| It was a puzzle piece important to the whole
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| That I may not find to place within that hole
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| I never seem to put them in the gaps I see
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| Like a puzzle where the pieces lost to me Chorus
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| So I’m changing who I am
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| 'cause what I am’s not good
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| And I know you love me now
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| But I don’t see why you should
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| And I don’t see why you should
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| No, I don’t see why you should
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| So I drift into the air
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| Like a moth to light
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| Down the boulevard to the coffee shop
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| In the land of sorrow in the land of wait
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| I fear is bearing down on this lonely town
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| I never seem to write them down as good as him
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| Like I somewhere lost the keys that let me in Chorus
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| So I’m changing who I am
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| 'cause what I am’s not good
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| And I know you love me now
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| But I don’t see why you should
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| So I’m changing who I am
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| 'cause what I am’s not good
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| And I know you love me now
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| But I don’t see why you should
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| And I don’t see why you should
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| No, I don’t see why you should |