| He watched her walk by everyday
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| From his eighteenth floor apartment
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| And while it’s been so long since he’d held a hand
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| That he forgot just what it felt like
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| To feel his bones burning inside
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| Loneliness is only love’s hologram
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| It hangs above your head just like a star
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| But when you know its burning out
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| You give it one last nod and then it’s gone
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| Then it’s gone
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| Little did he know
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| That she lived just one floor below him
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| And when she crept inside his head
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| Took control of each scenario
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| He could busy himself with tasks to keep him sane
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| Loneliness is only love’s hologram
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| It hangs above your head just like a star
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| But when you know its burning out
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| You give it one last nod and then it’s gone
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| But the time we spend in solitary infatuation
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| Aren’t wasted by the people we want to love
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| They’re just absorbed into the air
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| And saved until the moment you’re dreaming of
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| You’re dreaming of
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| You’re dreaming of
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| You’re dreaming of
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| And then he saw her in the stairs
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| She was as real as real gets
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| And then she said her name
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| And he said nice to meet you
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| She said I feel the same
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| We all feel the same |