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When I get up |
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I've dreamt too long |
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Everything else is half as strong |
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I could see though, outside my head |
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They got it right, |
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I got it wrong |
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I've let too much of it slide through my fingers |
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Fear that has fouled all the love |
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I could bring her |
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Shook off her optimistic hand |
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I am too fixed on what |
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I've planned |
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Who is the one who can't let go? |
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I will miss out, hell, don't |
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I know I've let too much of it slide through my fingers |
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Fear that has fouled all the love |
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I could bring her |
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I've let too much of it slide through my fingers |
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Fear that has fouled all the love |
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I could bring her |
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I've let too much of it slide through my fingers |
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Fear that has fouled all the love |
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I could bring her |
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I've let too much of it slide through my fingers |
