| Right before I met you things were getting pretty green
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| I was on on an upswing though I could hardly hear a thing
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| I was looking up, looking out
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| Oh, it took me several mornings with my throat in a mangled knot
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| Sounding out my virtues and my vices and other thoughts
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| Struggling to remember the most recent things that I forgot
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| While I was looking up, looking out
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| Looking up, looking out
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| When you’re always on
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| You feel defeated, so you call yourself lost
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| In a foreign tongue
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| You could hear that singin' that wouldn’t wait to be sung
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| When you hear that singing that won’t wait to be sung
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| Carbon copy portraits in a box that I was shuffling through
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| Stuffed with paper memories that are only partially true
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| Waiting to get a feeling about someone a lot like you
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| Looking up, looking out
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| Looking up, looking out
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| Witnessed classic meltdowns and devastating rain
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| Hurried up for waiting more times than I care to say
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| But it’s clearer to us now that it’s starting to change
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| We’re moving up, moving out
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| Moving forward, moving out
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| When you’re always on
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| You feel defeated, so you call yourself lost
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| In a foreign tongue
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| You could hear that singin' that wouldn’t wait to be sung
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| Oh, you could hear that singing that wouldn’t wait to be sung |