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Sometimes it's all about you |
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Sometimes it's all about me |
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And everything that we see |
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Is what we want it to be |
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If it's all a theory |
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Can you tell me clearly |
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What it is exactly |
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That you still won't tell me |
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What I need is a story |
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Even if it's just a story |
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What a way, what a day |
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To walk away |
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What a way, what a day |
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To walk away |
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I stood waiting for it |
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For an end |
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I almost knew |
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Counting every moment |
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Isn't patience a virtue? |
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But if I held my breath |
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I would've fainted so fast |
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If I crossed my fingers |
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It'd be too long to hold back |
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There was the slide that |
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I sawA love without any flaws |
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But there is no such thing |
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It's a gold you can't touch |
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I'll stay waiting for it |
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I'll put all my time on break |
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Until I see the full page |
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Any answer come my way |