| All this feels strange and untrue
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| And I won’t waste a minute without you
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| My bones ache, my skin feels cold
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| And I’m getting so tired and so old
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| The anger swells in my guts
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| And I won’t feel these slices and cuts
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| I want so much to open your eyes
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| 'Cause I need you to look into mine
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| Tell me that you’ll open your eyes
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| Get up, get out, get away from these liars
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| 'Cause they don’t get your soul or your fire
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| Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine
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| And we’ll walk from this dark room for the last time
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| Every minute from this minute now
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| We can do what we like anywhere
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| I want so much to open your eyes
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| 'Cause I need you to look into mine
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| Tell me that you’ll open your eyes
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| All this feels strange and untrue
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| And I won’t waste a minute without you |