| I once imagined a place
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| Where I would come around
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| I’d build this place like a church
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| With all the things I found
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| This place would be like a home
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| That loneliness has made
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| It will be just like a hotel
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| Where no one ever stays
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| So I run and I run and I run and I run and I run
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| And I run from the place where you said I should stay and was gone
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| Cause there’s nothing to say if there’s nothing that I could have done
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| So I run and I run and I run and I run
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| I once imagined this place
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| Now there’s a crack in my heart
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| Where all the dirt gets in
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| There is a face in my mind
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| That I can’t face again
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| So I run and I run and I run and I run and I run
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| And I run from the place where you said I should stay and was gone
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| Cause there’s nothing to say if there’s nothing that I could have done
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| So I run and I run and I run and I run
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| Staring from the cliff off the coast of my life
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| Seeing everything get smashed like bricks of ice
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| I’m watching it fall
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| So I run and I run and I run and I run and I run
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| And I run from the place where you said I should stay and was gone
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| Cause there’s nothing to say if there’s nothing that I could have done
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| So I run and I run and I run and I run
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| Staring from the cliff just off the coast of my life
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| Waiting for the tidal wave
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| Seeing everything get smashed like bricks of ice
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| Here it comes: the tidal wave |