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One in ten can't please me. |
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This time is our time to speak freely. |
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The blur is gone, you start leaving. |
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Too real, too fast at this moment. |
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I recognize this feeling, |
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I need a way to record this. |
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I'm losing sleep. |
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The last thing |
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I need. I keep forgetting we can't do this. |
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Open my eyes and you've gone away. |
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Counting down till |
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I'll try again. |
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I'll see You on the other side my friend. |
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Can you see right through me? |
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I fear it's you that can't see me. |
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Your face changes my face and you move me. |
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These seconds last an eternity. |
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I make the mistake and start thinking, |
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I watch the picture start fading. |
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We'll meet again. |
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Don't run away. |
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One in ten can't please me; a problem when compared to the others seems easy. |
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The apple of my minds eye is free to have my mind, and as soon as its here then it leaves me, retreating when |
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I realize that |
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I'm dreaming. |
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I think its real but |
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I can't say. |
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I always go and make a mistake and you run away. |
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Don't run away. |
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I've got the time so you know that |
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I'll try again. |
