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You call me from your armchair with no will to be there |
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The weight of your armored suit so immense |
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Caught up in the turnstiles even talk becomes battle |
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Withdraw your only defense |
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I've held that emptiness |
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I've held it and i've made the same wish at times |
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To lunge headlong and out of reach |
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So bleak or bare i'll hold you through each |
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Praying to the saints and now the candle is low |
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Regrets won't hasten their remedy |
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Even when it's awkward in the dull loss of words oh |
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Please don't hide your sorrow from me |
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'cause i've held oh that emptiness |
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I've held it and i've made the same wish at times |
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To lunge headlong and out of reach |
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So bleak or bare i'll hold you through each |
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Hold you through each |
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Na na na |
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You call me from your armchair |
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Everyone's been there once |
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I'll be at your side when you're needing someone |
