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Everyone clears from the room, |
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But I seem to maintain posture. |
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Is this a street sign ahead of me, |
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Or a road to show the way? |
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Cause I've learned to live with failure, |
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And it painted such a picture, |
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That I can not speak at all. |
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And may you find someone who compels you. |
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And with these hands I can not repel you. |
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This is such an amazing sight to see you again. |
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That white picket face, |
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Yeah, I've seen what lies you hid. |
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I know what is kept at bay. |
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May you find someone who compels you. |
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How can I find what's inside you? |
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(Nothing will ever change). |
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Tonight, oh god... |
