| You talked me to sleep last night
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| I hadn’t felt that sad in years
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| Your eyes like glass mistakes
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| They moved me close to tears
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| You speak those favourite fables which I’m yet to live
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| And casually confirm my fears
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| That I’ve got nothing to give
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| I wish I could say that I’ve got no regrets
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| But saying that would be one more to pile on my desk
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| I wish I could say I’ve clung to time like gold
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| But as you said goodbye, I almost died
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| I almost died
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| I take it back, all of it
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| Those names I called myself
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| The heroes of my childhood
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| Like hardbacks on the shelf
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| I take it back, those promises I made to everyone
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| I’m falling through a ribbon last
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| Before I’d learnt to run
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| I wish I could say that I’ve got no regrets
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| But saying that would be one more to pile on my desk
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| I wish I could say I’ve clung to time like gold
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| But as you said goodbye, I almost died
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| I almost died
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| I almost died |