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It's just coincidence |
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Well you can talk that way |
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But I have to say, I don't believe in it |
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It was a chill of chance |
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I decided to dance the days away |
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And I wasn't worried at all |
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Sneaking through the back door |
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No, I wasn't worried at all |
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Dreams are what you live for |
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Waiting for the light to turn green |
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Carry me home |
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To the kindest eyes that I've ever seen |
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Carry me home |
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Well can you tell me how will it be now |
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How will it be? |
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Can you tell me how will it be now? |
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How will it be? |
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Well we were younger then |
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And the days were long and slow |
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But were we wiser then? |
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I couldn't say, I wouldn't know |
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But I wasn't worried at all |
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I had someone to run to |
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And I wasn't worried at all |
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I knew which way the wind blew |
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Counting out the chaos in bloom |
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Carry me home |
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And I watched the ceiling spin 'round the room |
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Carry me home |
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Well can you tell me how will it be now? |
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How will it be? |
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Can you tell me how will it be now |
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How will it be? |
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In the real world |
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How would it be? |
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In the cold world |
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How would it be? |
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In the lonely world |
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How would it be? |
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Will the ghosts just stop |
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Following me |
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No, now drawn into the sun |
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He was the only one |
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In the real world |
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How would it be? |
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In a cold cold world |
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How would it be? |
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Beck and call |
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Beg and crawl |
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How would it be? |
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Will the ghosts just stop |
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Following me |
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No, now drawn into the sun |
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He was the only one |
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And so, I'll remember you |
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I'll remember the days and the thousands of ways you pulled me through |
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And dream of all the things you've seen |
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Of all the faces and all the places you have been |
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Now you have no phone and you have no name and you have no number |
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And it comes to an end in the blink of an eye and it makes me wonder |
