| I’m running out of reasons for caring about the other half
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| I think my half wants a little more pride
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| I’m running out of reasons for sharing sometimes I can’t think of one
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| I’m running out of faces that I can call familiar
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| Hey man I’m running out of friends
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| That I can call at all
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| How long have I been sleeping, why the hell am I awake
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| It seems just to stand here is overkill
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| If I bend any farther, I swear that I’ll break
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| And I think you should let me
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| It all seems so perfect, yet
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| Some people, some people get lonely
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| Some people they just grow older, and scared of a little pain
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| And we people, we cause a commotion
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| We didn’t mean to be confused, we didn’t mean to be alive
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| And we don’t want to be standing here, standing here
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| How long have we been sleeping, why the hell are we awake
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| It seems just to stand here is overkill
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| If I bend any farther, I swear that I’ll break
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| We ask, and we burn what we hear, on the water
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| And we speak, we burn what we say
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| But if you hold the rain
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| It’s just a little further
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| Don’t wanna scare you
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| Don’t be unhappy
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| This is not a lovesong
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| This is not a lovesong |