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Is it hope that lays down beside me |
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Heaven spent it's last dime to remind me |
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But the tears still fall under umbrellas |
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Tore the sky apart to make |
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God jealous |
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But still afraid that the day never ends |
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And I don't really know what to do to pretend |
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Is it all so simply overstated |
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It's the child in me that wants me jaded |
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Behind the furthest door |
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I sit there waiting |
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Footsteps and a knock that stops the fading |
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But still afraid that the day never ends |
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And I don't really know what to do to pretend |
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So I walk in place just to wait for myself |
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And the truth disappears' |
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Cause it hates being chased |
