| Standing in the doorway
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| Wondering if it’s safe to go outside
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| Wondering if I’ll come back
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| Wondering if I might just drift out with the rising tide
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| Sitting and waiting and hoping to find
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| Something you’re good at to use up your time
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| To crawl from the ocean and lie on the shore
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| A moonbeam the rests on the dust on your floor
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| I’m not going out there
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| Don’t try to tell me I’m paranoid
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| Wouldn’t say I’m not scared
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| Though it may be safe to say that I am annoyed
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| In the intersection traffic lights are red in all directions
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| Everyone breaks the law sometimes
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| We all break down have foolish pride and
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| Beg for some affection
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| I can’t say I know how you feel everyone seems to know
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| Are you sure I would if I could help you remember
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| What it’s like to feel good
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| Chitter and chatter and everything matters
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| I ask how you’re feeling
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| And you just act shattered
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| Asleep on the couch with your eyes open wide
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| Standing in the doorway
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| Waiting as you come and as you leave
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| You say get out of my way
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| Won’t you stop and talk about the hectic life you lead
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| They’re all going somewhere
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| They all have some place they have to be Maybe I should join them
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| I wish I could I think I have to stay here with me It brings a tear to your eye to get out into the open
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| I can’t believe I see myself
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| Coming into focus |