| Sometimes i run away, so i can hide
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| Sometimes i feel the pain, from very deep inside
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| Your love’s like soft warm wax, melting in my hands
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| Mad desperation instead of relaxation
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| I often bury my pale face in my cold hands
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| My tired eyes are covered in deep shame
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| And then i think of you, as much as i can do
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| It’s such a natural thing, to be charmed by you
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| But when i’m back again, i realize you’re not here but…
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| Far away… so far away!
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| Sometimes a little word, can make things change
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| My confidence is gone, it feels so strange
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| My sense of security, is purely fake
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| Call me the master, in the art of mistake
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| And then i think of you, as much as i can do
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| But when i’m back again, i realize you’re not here but…
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| Far away!
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| Take me far away 3x
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| But when i’m back again, i realize you’re not here but…
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| Far away… so far away
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| So far away… so far away |