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You were running out of believers |
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living underground |
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where there's no one to keep you down |
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Wouldn't listen to your innocent girl |
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you were falling out of love with the world |
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going back and forth |
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between the same two places |
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And is it all a waste of time |
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you can't decide |
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And is it only in your mind |
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you can't decide |
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You were running out of believers |
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in another town |
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watching the leaves turn brown |
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Tunnel vision to the end of the world |
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you were falling out of love with a girl |
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No place feels like home |
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you're quiet on the phone |
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she wants to know what's wrong |
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And all the people on the train |
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should know your name by now |
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but they don't |
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And is it all a waste of time |
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you can't decide |
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And is it only in your mind |
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you can't decide |
