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Caught up in a little town |
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Wasted dream, both devout |
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Just to see how hard he can make me cry |
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Man, we do it to ourselves |
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Caught up in what we don't say |
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Pretending that we love living straight |
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Just to see how hard i can make you cry |
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Man, we do it to ourselves |
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Now we stand face to face, got nothing to say |
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There's nothing to keep me here |
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The line that brought you to me will take you away |
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I'm standing in front of you |
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I'm a million miles away |
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Blackness, blackness, all around |
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What holds you up eventually pulls you down |
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After all that is golden is slipping through our hands |
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Man, well we do it to ourselves |
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Now we stand face to face, got nothing to say |
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There's nothing to keep me here |
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The line that brought me to you will take me away |
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I'm standing in front of you |
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I'm a million miles away |
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Now we stand face to face, got nothing to say |
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There's nothing to keep me here |
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The line that brought you to me will take you away |
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I'm standing in front of you |
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I'm a million miles away |
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I'm standing in front of you |
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I'm a million miles away |
