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i could catch up to where you are |
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and see if we can make it right |
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if i thought meeting you somewhere in the dark |
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was gonna shed any new light |
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oh we'd sit around, we'd talk awhile |
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make polite excuses |
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but the cat has my tongue and i'm not saying much |
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'cause i get shy around bullshit |
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my new time-piece, is watching ice melt |
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down the bottom of my glass |
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and i love to watch them fuses burn |
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down towards their future plans |
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get me thinking about - it's time to empty out |
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these pockets of their idle hands |
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and sing la da dadada la da dadada |
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lock all the doors, pull the phone from the wall, run and hide |
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oh i used to be, i used to be such a nice guy |
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maybe clarity will creep up on me |
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and reset my senses like a clock |
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and you'll convince me that your reality |
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is a better idea than the one that i've got |
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and you'll give me a second chance at my second chance |
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and we will laugh about my near miss |
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and the good lord will reward my ignorance |
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with a little bliss |
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and i'll see a welcome face in the mirro that i don't recognise |
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oh i used to be, i used to be such a nice guy |
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but now the details are vague, it's so strange, like a previous life |
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oh i used to be such a nice guy |
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but now you say i don't know when to admit that i'm lost - |
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when to stubbornly insist that i'm not |
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oh dear bless every thought in your thoughtful head |