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A little voice of reason |
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tellin me that I should go away |
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Can't take this situation |
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Every day is like the other day |
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Like a ghost on a painted wall |
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Never really here |
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Like the waves of a distant shore |
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Never really clear |
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Coz this love |
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Lookin for an answer from above |
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Because |
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What we have is never quite enough |
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They say, the more you give the more you get |
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Well, ok, guess I'll give it all to get someday |
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Keep talkin, spinning words |
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To the night till they become a web |
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The words that keep us here |
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Never were better left unsaid |
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Like a fly up against the glass |
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Cannot find his way |
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Like a dream who's time has past... |
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Never fade away |
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Coz this love |
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looking for an answer from above |
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Because |
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What we have is never quite enough |
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They say, the more you give the more you get |
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Well, ok, guess I'll give it all to get someday... |
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This love... |
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They say, the more you give the more you get (oh yeah) |
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Well, Ok, guess I'll give it all to get someday... |