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He watched her walk by everyday |
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From his eighteenth floor apartment |
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And while it's been so long since he'd held a hand |
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That he forgot just what it felt like |
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To feel his bones burning inside |
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Loneliness is only love's hologram |
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It hangs above your head just like a star |
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But when you know its burning out, |
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You give it one last nod and then it's gone |
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Then it's gone |
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Little did he know, |
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That she lived just one floor below him. |
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And when she crept inside his head, |
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Took control of each scenario, |
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He could busy himself with tasks to keep him sane. |
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Loneliness is only love's hologram |
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It hangs above your head just like a star |
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But when you know it's burning out, |
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You give it one last nod and then it's gone |
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But the time we spend in solitary infatuation |
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Aren't wasted by the people we want to love |
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They're just absorbed into the air |
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And saved until the moment you're dreaming of |
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You're dreaming of |
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And then he saw her in the stairs |
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She was as real as real gets |
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And then she said her name, |
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And he said nice to meet you |
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She said I feel the same |
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We all feel the same |
