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Hold on, hold on |
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I'm trying to transfer affection, |
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Trying to feel factor four. |
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Trying to change my direction, |
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To go where I was once before. |
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Don't try to tell me now that I'm out here on my own; |
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And there's no way to carry on. |
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Don't try to tell me that there's nothing left to hide; |
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Nothing inside. |
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I'm trying to break all connections, |
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Burning a hole in my heart. |
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Trying to transfer affection |
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Is starting to tear me apart. |
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Don't try to tell me now that I'm out here on my own; |
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And there's no way to carry on. |
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Don't try to tell me that there's nothing left to hide; |
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Nothing inside. |
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Don't try to tell me now that I'm out here on my own; |
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And there's no way to carry on. |
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Don't try to tell me that there's nothing left to hide; |
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Nothing inside. |
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I'm tired, but then on reflection, |
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It's so hard to open my eyes; |
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To try reaching out for affection, |
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It's so hard to break the disguise. |
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Hold on, hold on |