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You could be waiting for a day that won't come |
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And you could be so much more than you've become |
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And I have found my feet 257 weeks |
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But you could be waiting for a day that won't come |
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You could be waiting for your life to begin |
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And you could be so much more than, than you've been |
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And I have found my feet 257 weeks |
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But you could be waiting for your life to begin |
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And it's so sad you're so good and I'm so bad |
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But you won't see me wasting the best thing I ever had |
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And it's such a shame that I can't tell you anything |
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You won't hear me still you endear me now, yeah |
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Hard to see past the window facing forward looking back |
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Over years spent tracing wondering how you left your track |
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Underwater breathing burns your lungs and breaks your back |
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But you could be waiting right here for a day that won't come |
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And it's so sad you're so good and I'm so bad |
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But you won't see me wasting the best thing I ever had |
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And it's such a shame that I can't tell you anything |
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You won't hear me still you endear me now, yeah |
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Yeah, yeah |
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You could be waiting for your life to begin |
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And you could be so much more than, than you've been |
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And I have found my feet 257 weeks |
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But you could be waiting for your life to begin |
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And it's so sad you're so good and I'm so bad |
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But you won't see me wasting the best thing I ever had |
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And it's such a shame that I can't tell you anything |
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But you won't hear me still you endear me |
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And it's so sad you're so good and I'm so bad |
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But you won't see me wasting the best thing I ever had |
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And it's such a shame that I can't tell you anything |
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You won't hear me still you endear me now, yeah |
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Still you endear me now, yeah |
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Still you endear me now |