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See, this wasn't supposed to happen |
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to leave you with your thoughts, |
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to leave you at your wire where you bumped into more. |
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You're clinging to tales of ghosts, |
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hear them as if they're true. |
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Although they bring you things |
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that you don't want them to. |
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When I run out of time, |
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well, you freak out your mind |
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to go care for all the small things |
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I have no clue about. |
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I have the miles to shout at, |
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but both your ears go cold |
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and leave me at my wire. |
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Wish that I was told |
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'Cause if you leave it like this |
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the distance's all we've known. |
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Yeah if you leave it like this |
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the distance's all that's grown. |
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This wasn't supposed to happen |
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to not have you on my side, |
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to lose you on a wire |
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where you stay out of sight. |
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And with your head in your hands |
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I cannot read your face, |
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can't read between the lines that |
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this is a shut case |
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'Cause if you leave it like this |
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the distnace's all we've known. |
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Yeah if you leave it like this |
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the distance's all that's grown. |
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'Cause if you leave it like this |
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the distnace's all we've known. |
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Yeah if you leave it like this |
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the distance's all that's grown. |