| We’re not giving to you
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| Every word that you say rings true
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| So then I open my lungs
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| And everything I say is in tune
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| Then I open my mind
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| Every little mistake comes through
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| It’s like a living mirage
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| Everybody’s the same out here
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| And I can open my light and stay
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| Whatever it takes for you
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| No secret of ours
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| And all they say
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| I can open my mind for you
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| Every word is true
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| It’s like a living mirage, it’s true
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| The way you open your mind is, too
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| And then you sang right a melody for you
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| If I open my mind for you
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| Everybody’s the same out here
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| So I open my lungs
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| Breathe the air, and sand, and stars
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| Waiting here, waiting here, waiting here
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| Waiting here
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| Now if you’re in a rainstorm, driving on
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| It’s the same out here
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| But I can open my lungs for you
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| Sing the words, they all come true
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| Like it’s a living mirage
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| I can marry the skies and you
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| Now when you scream out, you can laugh at me
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| You found that everything’s waiting here, waiting here
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| Waiting, waiting, waiting
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| Everything’s waiting here
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| You know I’d give it to you, it’s true
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| I’ll sing them baby’s blues
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| What I’ve given to you
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| Every word that you say rings true
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| What I’ve given to you
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| Every word that you say rings true
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| Is it a living mirage?
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| Or every little mistake is through |