| Darling come home, I never wanted you to go
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| I thought this space would make me grow
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| But I’m not happy yet
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| Darling, I’m bored; |
| I don’t hear voices anymore
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| I was content to be ignored
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| And I’m not happy yet
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| There’s too much in your life to fear
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| There’s too much in your life to ever know what living feels like
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| Darling, come home, I over rated this alone
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| Intrepid start, but now it shows
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| That I’m not happy yet
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| 'Cos there’s too much in your life to fear
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| There’s too much in your life, for real
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| There’s too much in your life
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| To ever know what living feels like
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| In there somewhere, the myth of a
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| Soul in torment, one year too old
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| But there you are, there you are, in the lead, in the lead
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| Going faster, going faster, than you need
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| But there is smoke in the background, hope in the background |