| Thinking I’d like for you to take the time to call me back
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| Just knowing you’re out alone
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| Driving me crazy so much that I’m thinking that
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| I’d like to go out of my way to let you know that I’m not alone
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| Taking so many turns I’m not sure how I can get back home
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| Moving so slow sometimes can’t tell if I’m even walking at all
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| Standing beside the wall feeling like it would be best
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| If I fall back into your arms where I can breathe because I know I’m safe
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| Have to be alright with knowing things will never be the same
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| I can feel my skin crawling, the size of the stones
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| Feel the weight of the winter, I’ll be out on my own
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| Wondering where I’ll be going if I’ll ever come home to you
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| Filling the space you left with people that I dont care about
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| Wishing that I could take the lies we made and burn them to the ground
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| Rung around so blind I swear that I have never seen before
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| Been around the ground with pieces of me that you left on the floor
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| Shaking so hard you wouldn’t think that I could stand out straight
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| I hear your voice just checking in to see if I’m okay
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| Hold her in your arms and think of what I used to mean to you
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| Say it hasn’t changed but can’t tell me what I’m supposed to do
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| I can feel my skin crawling, the size of the stones
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| Feel the weight of the winter, I’ll be out on my own
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| Wondering where I’ll be going if I’ll ever come home to you
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| Walking through these streets blindly, searching for signs
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| That the road laid behind me, wasting my life
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| Turning page by page lightly, adjusting my eyes just to see
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| Can you swim while I’m sinking, let me alone
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| All the while now you’re thinking should’ve never come home
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| With your face to the sink and your back to what you left of me
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| I can feel my skin crawling, the size of the stones
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| Feel the weight of the winter, I’ll be out on my own
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| Wondering where I’ll be going if I’ll ever come home to you
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| I can feel my skin crawling, the size of the stones
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| Feel the weight of the winter, I’ll be out on my own
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| Wondering where I’ll be going if I’ll ever come home to you |