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Walking by the busy set |
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Where she is dressed |
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The silhouette |
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Of innocence |
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And so I slow my pace |
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To take it all in |
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Then someone calls |
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"We're rolling sound." |
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And "ready lights." |
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The camera frames |
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A frail disguise |
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As she feels the mark |
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And makes me want her |
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I'm frozen in place |
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She reveals the fear on my face |
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And I know she can see right through me |
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I wanna hold on |
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I wanna hold on to this |
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Waking up from half a dream |
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That seems so real |
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The image fading, dissipating |
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So I fight the day |
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To say last goodbyes |
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And when she'd gone I spend my time |
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Retracing lines |
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The curve, the shapes |
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Her name in lines |
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Just reminds me how |
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I'll never have her (have her) |
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I wanna hold on (wanna hold on) |
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I wanna hold on to this (wanna hold on) |
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The moment has come (wanna hold on, hold on) |
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The moment comes down to this (wanna hold on, hold on) |
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It comes down to this |
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That kind of girl |
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Whose secret world |
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You're never invited |
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And if you had to decide |
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To fall asleep or stay in line |
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Wake up |
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Wake up, wake up |
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Make up your mind |
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I wanna hold (hey hey hey) |
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I wanna hold on (hey hey hey) |
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I wanna hold on |
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I wanna hold on to this |
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The moment has come |
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And the moment comes down to this |
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It comes down to this |
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And the moment has come |
