| Out of troubled sleep, I push aside the sheets
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| Check my empty inboxes, I wake
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| Crossing Primrose Hill, the muted phone lies still
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| No IMs or friend requests await
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| I’ve convinced myself it’s a good idea
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| I’ve convinced myself to stay away from you
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| These threads of blue, green, and red
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| Tied up inside me, and I can’t forget
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| Those threads you wrote and I read
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| So full of promise, but all left unsaid
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| Staring through the screen, hoping to be seen
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| You’re pushing me to highlight and reveal
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| My secrets and my schemes, forgotten names and dreams
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| I need you to remember them for me
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| I’ve convinced myself it’s a good idea
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| I’ve convinced myself to pull away
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| These threads of blue, green, and red
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| Tied up inside me, and I can’t forget
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| Those threads you wrote and I read
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| So full of promise, but all left unsaid
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| I’m always waiting for love to arrive
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| I’ve wasted so much of my time (These threads)
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| Wound up and bound together
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| One day becomes another now
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| One more sleepless night
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| Wound up and bound together
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| One day into another now
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| But I can’t break
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| These threads of blue, green, and red
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| Tied up inside me, and I can’t forget
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| Those threads you wrote and I read
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| So full of promise, but all left unsaid
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| Keeping myself awake, night after night
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| I’m waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting
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| For you, for you, for you |