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Again you caught me at the cellar door |
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But everybody needs a little more, little more |
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Yeah everybody's got a broken heart |
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You don't believe it watch it from the start |
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Yeah everybody's got a broken heart |
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And broken things gotta fall apart |
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You're fading fast, from the past |
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And then the colors in the photograph, photographs |
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And when I dream, I dream of you |
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But I'm out of sync, yeah it's nothing new |
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I'm out of sync, yeah it's nothing new |
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And loneliness I am nothing to |
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I'm out of sync, yeah you know it's true |
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But loneliness I am nothing to |
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Fond meetings and the messages you never send |
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It's the step between the lines |
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Disconnected, yeah |
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You calculated all the words that I never said |
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They're just ghosts of syllables |
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They float around you |
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They float all around you |
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They float all around you |
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They float all around you |
