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Verse 1 |
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So I crawled down the stairs to the truth, |
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That is sleeping alone, on a bed, |
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The mosquito net weeping above. |
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That lazy old truth, been lying there for weeks. |
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So I throw myself on to the bed, |
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Onto the mercy of the truth, |
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Who is stirring and trying to cheer up the net, |
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And afterwards me, |
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And I'm feeling weak. |
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Chorus |
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Cause I could go on, and on, |
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Deluding myself. |
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Waiting in the shadows, |
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I am waiting for something else |
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To come along and put things in order. |
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Meanwhile, I raise my hands above the water. |
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Ready, I am in position. |
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Just promise you'll be here soon. |
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Verse 2 |
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So all of the people around, |
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I don't wanna grow old like them. |
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Bracing, and grabbing too tight to not much. |
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But I start feeling tired a little earlier each day. |
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So I'm looking to re-arrange the dawn, |
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To tidy up the order of events, |
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And unwind every thread of regret. |
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But take that away, and what is there left? |
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Chorus |
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From now on, I just know things will be different. |
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See the waves? |
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They're all nodding their agreement. |
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If you promise you'll be here soon. |
