| You’re looking to the future
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| I’m looking for the past
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| I’m seeing my desires
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| Rust away like sunken ships
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| That change in your expression
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| I’m thinking I don’t know you anymore
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| Does it hurt me to be isolated?
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| Does it hurt me to be running all the time?
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| Does it hurt me that you’re underrated?
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| Are we not suited to this kind of life?
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| (I can’t be alone)
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| So take a piece of paper
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| And scribble down the words
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| Now put it in your pocket
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| And see if you’ll be hurt
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| And don’t get too cryptic
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| You shouldn’t be so reserved
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| Does it hurt me to be isolated?
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| Does it hurt me to be running all the time?
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| Does it hurt me that you’re underrated?
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| Are we not suited to this kind of life?
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| Let’s go left on the freeway
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| And don’t ever stop
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| Thinking of the lessons we’ve made
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| If we lack them or not
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| Is this another problem of cliché?
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| So don’t ever quit
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| Stick to the glove that fits
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| I don’t wanna be alone
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| Even though it’s when there’s no one home
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| Even at the point of no return
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| I’ll sit and hope
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| That I won’t be alone
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| I don’t wanna be afraid
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| I’m at the point of thinking I’m past the edge
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| I won’t have these feelings one more day
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| I won’t sit at home
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| No, I won’t be alone
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| If I died today
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| Would be mad?
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| Or would you be sad for me my love?
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| If I died today
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| Would be mad?
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| Or would you be sad for me my love?
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| Baby, if I died today
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| Would be mad?
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| Or would you be sad for me my love?
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| Baby, if I died today
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| Would be mad?
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| Or would you be sad for me my love?
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| (I can’t be alone) |