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I'm terrified - of your eyes |
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They can be so cold |
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I lie at night - waiting tight |
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For the bell to toll |
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Therein lies - what |
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I know That'll make us fold |
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I realize - that our time |
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Is just growing old |
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And every day it may feel |
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Like we're getting close |
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But the rug under us |
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Always getting pulled |
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I'm terrified - of the lies |
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That you holding close |
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I can feel - that the seal's already broke |
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And when it's finally time |
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And you need to go |
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I'll be there unprepared |
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Holding on to hope |
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And every day it may feel |
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Like we're getting close |
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But the rug under us |
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Always getting pulled |
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It's a sign that our time with each |
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Other's over |
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I'm terrified - |
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I'm terrified of you |
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I know that everything has to espire |
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You know this too |
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Like needles wanting to pierce |
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Through my eyes |
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Always so cruel |
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I'm terrified - of your eyes |
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They can be so cold |
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I'm terrified - of the lies |
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That you holding close |
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I'm numb to you |
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And every day it may feel |
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Like we're getting close |
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I'm terrified |
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I'm terrified of you |
