| Hold out your hand
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| It’s only some darkness
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| The way home’s the same
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| Even when you can’t see it
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| I didn’t mean it
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| When I said I felt alone in the room with you
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| I think I just needed to know that I could hurt you too
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| You check the mail
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| I push down the french press
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| We go to sleep and dream different things
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| The backseat, the night drive, the fog on the glass
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| Your thumb moves in circles on the back of my hand
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| By the seat belt buckles there is nothing wrong
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| I wake up ashamed
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| And though you’re still sleeping
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| I say I need you around like I did before
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| It was hard before
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| It was hard
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| Before it was hard before
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| It was hard before it was hard before
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| It was hard before it was hard
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| Before it was hard it was hard
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| Before
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| It was hard
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| How much can you lose and still be you?
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| When I think of you I just lose
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| And when I have nothing left to lose
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| Will I lose that to? |