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Coloured photographs |
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Edges for the back |
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Petals for the den |
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Signs are withering |
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And water to your knees |
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I feel like diving in |
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Rising is just a line between you and I |
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I'll wait it out |
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Until you don't want me |
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You don't want me to |
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But I'll wait it out |
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Until you don't want me |
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You don't want me anymore |
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There's something in your eyes |
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The way you tell it every time |
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Like it's someone else's story |
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Like it's someone else's life |
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I picked you for the shade |
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I thought you would turn |
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But you turned away when you heard me say |
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That I'll wait it out |
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Until you don't want me |
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You don't want me to |
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But I'll wait it out |
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Until you don't want me |
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You don't want me anymore |
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As time keeps moving by |
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Somehow we realize |
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The real things have to die |
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Then I'll wait it out |
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Until you don't want me |
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You don't want me to |
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But I'll wait it out |
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Until you don't want me |
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You don't want me to |
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But I'll wait it out |
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Until you don't want me |
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You don't want me to |
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But I'll wait it out |
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Until you don't want me |
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You don't want me anymore |
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You don't want me anymore |
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You don't want me anymore |
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You don't want me anymore |
