| I’m waiting on the edge I came for
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| When you’re not around it can’t be ignored
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| I can’t take no more
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| I won’t be waiting for you
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| As we fade into the edge of our sun
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| And its uncertain
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| That this circus
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| It could be the end of all that I know
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| The record could change, its cold
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| Regardless of the winter
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| The rain is all our own
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| Into the wreckage we all could go
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| Uncertain situations
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| The cause of who you show
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| You could guide us along
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| The face of a stranger can take us out beyond
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| When you call all of our own
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| The waste of a savior you claim is never wrong
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| When all this time the silence comes before
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| When all this time we wait in our home
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| For guidance from before
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| I’m still waiting for the evidence
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| I’m still silent but before
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| Waiting for the world
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| I’ll be coming down and then you know
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| This must be my place
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| To take this to the face
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| And leave this play
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| I’m getting spun
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| Really, you’re taking too long
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| Waiting for the world to drift into the edge of our sun
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| When it’s uncertain that this circus
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| It could be the end of all that I know
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| And the record to change
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| It’s old, regardless of the weather
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| The rage is all our own
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| Into the wreckage we all take hold
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| Uncertain situations
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| The cause of who you know
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| I feel it coming undone
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| I’m spun |