I should have a lot less trouble
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But do you want to tell me that you don't do it?
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I don't like full places
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And you know, I've never taken pictures
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I try to greet my neighbors cordially
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So they won't think I'm stealing their wi-fi
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They told me that every day the last will be the first
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But I see empty churches and video poker crowds
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Because betting is a bit like having faith
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I don't know if it takes more courage or luck
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You trust me or not, that's okay
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But take off your shoes and calm down and make one
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I don't want to upset your plans
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But this house feels cozier if you stay
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Make yourself comfortable, if not what are the sofas for?
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There is time tomorrow to argue
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She looks me in the eye as if she's looking for something rushed
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And he scatters everything on the table like when he can't find the keys in his purse
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She looks me in the eye as if she is looking for something rushed
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And he scatters everything on the table like when he can't find the keys in his purse
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And I think he's looking for something that isn't even there
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Find something you are not even looking for
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And it leaves something of itself, something of itself
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And I think he's looking for something that isn't even there
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Leave something that wasn't there before
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And it steals something of me, something of me
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You see? |
We are two, but we seem more
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Everyone has his own, think about what Jesus would do
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But if you stay so close to a certain point you don't understand anymore
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Where I begin and you end
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Never again, never again, these were the plans
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But it is the contradictions that are what you love
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Make yourself comfortable if not what are the sofas for?
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There is time tomorrow to argue
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She looks me in the eye as if she is looking for something rushed
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And he scatters everything on the table like when he can't find the keys in his purse
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She looks me in the eye as if she is looking for something rushed
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And he scatters everything on the table like when he can't find the keys in his purse
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And I think he's looking for something that isn't even there
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But I let her look for it, I know that if she wants to, it turns out in the end
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She looks me in the eye as if she is looking for something rushed
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And he scatters everything on the table like when he can't find the keys in his purse
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She looks me in the eye as if she is looking for something rushed
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And he scatters everything on the table like when he can't find the keys in his purse |