| Victim, losing my colour
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| You’re on the other side, the other side, the other side of me
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| And I can’t stand to watch another tear fall
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| Maybe another time, another time, another time I feel you near
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| Too much anticipation will make it hard to breathe
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| Too much am I drifting away from what we used to be
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| We wanted more than what we had
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| We lost it all, it’s in the past
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| Now we’re out of reach
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| We walk away with empty hands
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| And every day reminds me that
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| Now we’re out of reach
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| Wasting time is not an option
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| You’re on the other side, the other side, the other side of me
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| Now we can save us running into trouble
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| Maybe another time, another time, another time I feel you near
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| Too much anticipation will make it hard to breathe
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| Too much am I drifting away from what we used to be
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| We wanted more than what we had
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| We lost it all, it’s in the past
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| Now we’re out of reach
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| We walk away with empty hands
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| And every day reminds me that
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| Now we’re out of reach |