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Trying to hold another different phrase |
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Wishing I told you what I could have |
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Flowers are waiting all around the stairs |
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I'm coming up while you're coming down |
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And I wound up this hell on your ? |
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I held your hand, now it's hell, to hell and back |
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(Chorus) |
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There's a show for you in the next room |
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Take it alone, I miss you |
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There's a telephone next to your bed |
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Let it ring, ring and ring |
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(Verse) |
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You were dreaming, you told me so |
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I touched your lips with my little fingertips |
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World is melting, we came from the chest |
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It's not all about us, just who is left |
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(Chorus) |
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There's a show for you in the next room |
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Take it alone, I miss you |
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There's a telephone next to your bed |
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Let it ring, ring and ring |
