| Well, I left home in the evening
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| And I came home in the morning
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| All the same
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| I mean I saw two hands that moved
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| But that’s the only proof
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| That anything was changing
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| I heard that love is only an illusion
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| For the masochists and martyrs
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| So I went diving for a song
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| But it all took too long
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| And now I’m treading water
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| All alone on the borderline
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| Running fast, not to fall behind
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| I have a body but I can’t call it mine
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| I still do from time to time
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| Now all the moments look like photographs
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| I took but didn’t feel the need to save
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| No one cares to call my number
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| No one dares to pull me under any waves
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| Some say that life is only what you manifest
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| And I’m not the best
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| And I don’t know much about it
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| Still I can see anxiety will be the death of me
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| But I worry over who I would or wouldn’t be without it
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| All alone on the borderline
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| Running fast, not to fall behind
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| I have a body but I can’t call it mine
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| I still do from time to time
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| All alone on the borderline
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| Running fast, not to fall behind
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| I have a body but I can’t call it mine
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| I still do from time to time
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| I still do from time to time
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| I’m all alone on the borderline
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| Running fast, not to fall behind
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| I have a body but I can’t call it mine
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| I still do from time to time |