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Underneath the shelf |
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Cracks appear in thick enamel |
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In this lapse excuse for wasting time |
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I wait for signals shooting stars |
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I'd scrape through every branch |
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'Cause I need to come down |
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Underneath the home |
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I lived in, I was a page in someone's book |
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And no one asked me why |
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The page is fifteen storeys high |
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I'm underneath that home, I'm wondering why |
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All across the world |
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There are things we need to forget and forgive |
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Sometimes we have to try |
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And shed the damage we don't need |
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Oh justice, shake your head |
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I'm wasting my time |
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We can break this droughts |
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Wanna tell you that I love you |
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I need you in the night, sometimes I get so full |
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I wanna tell you I'm feeling alright |
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I'm shaken to the bone and on my way home |
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Adjust an omen at the door |
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Singing, baby, won't you please get a hold without it? |
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And while you sit there on the phone |
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Tellin' me, baby, I'm a liar |
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You don't seem to care what I care about |
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And, baby, it's a shame to be wasted |
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All across the world |
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There are things we need to forget and forgive |
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Sometimes we have to try |
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And shed the damage we don't need |
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Oh justice, shake your head |
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I'm on my way home |
