| Out of sight
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| Isn’t out of reach
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| I used to have your voice
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| To help me fall asleep
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| But in the end
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| The brighter lights will burn you out
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| I see what you could have been
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| But we all have our doubts
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| Let your head run off at night again
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| ‘Cause sometimes a dream will make its mark, I guess, Yeah
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| Wander out, but don’t just take off running
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| The grass is never greener in the dark
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| Friday night
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| I’m staying in again
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| We’ve got four new walls
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| With the same phone calls
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| I want to know
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| Could we have made better friends
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| Than what we have right now?
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| Is this how it ends?
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| Let your head run off at night again
|
| ‘Cause sometimes a dream will make its mark, I guess, Yeah
|
| Wander out, but don’t just take off running
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| The grass is never greener in the dark
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| You rode the train
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| And now you’re off the track
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| And I’m left wondering
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| If you’re coming back
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| Let your head run off at night again
|
| ‘Cause sometimes a dream will make its mark, I guess, Yeah
|
| Wander out, but don’t just take off running
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| Wander out, but don’t just take off running
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| The grass is never greener in the dark |