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Standing in the doorway |
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Wondering if it's safe to go outside |
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Wondering if |
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I'll come back |
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Wondering if |
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I might just drift out with the rising tide |
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Sitting and waiting and hoping to find |
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Something you're good at to use up your time |
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To crawl from the ocean and lie on the shore |
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A moonbeam that rests on the dust on your floor |
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I'm not going out there |
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Don't try to tell me |
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I'm paranoid |
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Wouldn't say, |
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I'm not scared |
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Though it may be safe to say that |
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I am annoyed |
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In the intersection, traffic lights are red in all directions |
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Everyone breaks the law sometimes |
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We all break down, have foolish pride |
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And beg for some affection |
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I can't say, |
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I know how you feel |
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Everyone seems to know |
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Are you sure |
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I would if |
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I could help you remember |
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What it's like to feel good |
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Chitter and chatter and everything matters |
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I ask how you're feeling |
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And you just act shattered |
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Asleep on the couch with your eyes open wide |
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Standing in the doorway |
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Waiting as you come and as you leave |
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You say, get out of my way |
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Won't you stop and talk about the hectic life you lead |
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They're all going somewhere |
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They all have some place they have to be |
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Maybe I should join them |
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I wish, I could, |
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I think, I have to stay here with me |
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It brings a tear to your eye |
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To get out into the open |
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I can't believe, |
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I see myself |
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Coming into focus |