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There's a weight over me today |
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It's something |
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I have to say |
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Love you too much to leave |
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Don't like you enough to stay |
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My head's in a mess |
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And I'm stressed |
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But I guess it's a test in the quest for happiness |
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And the rest of that mess |
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So I best just acquiesce |
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Even though |
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I've grown tired of you |
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And that ain't meant to sound spiteful |
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I'm just trying to be insightful |
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When I write all my emotions |
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In the night, all the stuff |
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I try to fight |
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Will just come out and the sad fact is, |
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I'm so tired of you |
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Love, it's a weird thing ain't it? |
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There's no way to explain it |
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But I swear, as well as pain |
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There should be joy, but we sustain |
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The same level of mundane, |
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And it's numbing me through |
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I often wonder if |
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I'd miss you, |
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And still have the urge to kiss you, |
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If an issue was to hit through |
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To this heart that now feels disused, |
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And said issue was too big to just ignore |
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And I walked out on you? |
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The chances are |
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I'd fall apart |
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And suffer seizures of the heart |
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As my chest begins to smart |
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The very second have to part |
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I want to go back to the start |
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But then again, maybe |
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I'd just feel new. |
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Maybe I'd get my life on track |
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And start to focus my attack |
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On all the things my life just lacks |
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And start to claw my passion back |
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Instead of living like a hack, |
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Half-committed, half-relaxed |
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I'd have nothing to lose |
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There's a weight over me today |
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It's something |
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I have to say |
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Love you too much to leave |
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Don't like you enough to stay |
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There's a weight over me today |
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It's something |
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I have to say |
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Love you too much to leave |
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Don't like you enough to stay |
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I guess lately |
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I've had too much time to think |
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And yeah, way too much drink |
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When paper meets the ink |
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Overthinking is the chink in my armour |
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That's just what |
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I do And I've always been that way, forever questioning each day and every plea that's made that maybe when |
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I lay my busy mind will make me prove by finding problems and reasons that might not even be true. |
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See, we got together so young, |
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Before our real lives had begun |
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But flowers don't grow up as one |
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Each finds its own way to the sun |
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And that's exactly what we've done. |
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We've grown up separately too, |
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And for a few years now it's been the problem, |
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And these realisations, |
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I wish that |
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I could stop them, |
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But I've realised that love is all we have in common, |
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And deep down you know that's true. |
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But then surely that |
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I'm still in love with you means there's something we can do |
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To get us through and to pursue a brand new point of view on how this gap grew, between me and you. |
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So there's a weight over me and |
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I'd hate to have to leave, |
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But in fate |
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I don't believe and the state of you and me isn't great as you can see so |
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I'll keep thinking this through. |
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There's a weight over me today |
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It's something |
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I have to say |
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Love you too much to leave |
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Don't like you enough to stay |
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There's a weight over me today |
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It's something |
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I have to say |
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Love you too much to leave |
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Don't like you enough to stay |
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There's a weight over me today |
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It's something |
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I had to say |
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Love you too much to leave |
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Don't like you enough to stay |
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There's a weight over me today |
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It's something |
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I have to say |
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Love you too much to leave |
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Don't like you enough to stay |
