| I spent hours outside your window with my hands over my mouth
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| To make sure not a whimper or insult spilled out
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| And as much as I hate it the silence felt comfortable, because neither one of
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| us were there to turn to the
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| Vicious names and anecdotes about how every second together and apart felt like
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| being choked
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| It felt better to reminisce, whisper into the ambiance the stories of things we
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| built and how we used to be in love
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| Sending out an SOS
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| Looking for my better half
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| When you used to hold my hand when we were young, laughing, on the run away
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| from the problems that everyone said would come
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| I remember the day you slid off your dress, and I stared at it as it turned
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| alabaster to coke white like the rest
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| Back before I was bitter and back before you packed your bags, I know when I
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| yelled it hurt you but sometimes my voice is all I have
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| Back before we needed success and I didn’t live with the weight of the world
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| around my neck, your life was mine to invest; |
| your light enveloped my head
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| Sending out an SOS
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| Looking for my better half
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| Your life was mine to invest; |
| your light enveloped my head
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| I swear I did what I had to do to live, I just got lost chasing my dreams
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| somewhere between now and when I was a kid
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| Innocence, oh innocence, please let me in, the last part of myself that I truly
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| miss |