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She comes up and over time |
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She'll see what I could be |
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A cold routine or something |
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It just won't stop touching me |
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And I wait here another time |
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Like a thousand times before |
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I'm dropping out and faded |
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But I keep on wanting more |
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She comes up another time |
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And she really really doesn't care |
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That I can't keep time or the rhythm straight |
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'Cause it's one thing she don't dare |
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And it's alright I drop the line |
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Now, it's one thing to be free |
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Well, I never really had a thing for that |
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But it's everything I need |
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And you don't ever understand |
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It's right here in our hands |
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The outline of our lives |
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It's over now |
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And she wakes up from a deeper sleep |
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A nightmare through and through |
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She won't stop trippin' on the daytime vibe |
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But that's one thing I won't do |
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Then it's over and back again |
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And she's still on the attack |
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But I'm convinced I've found a reason |
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To keep her coming back |
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And you don't ever understand |
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It's right here in our hands |
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The outline of our lives |
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It's over now |
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You won't ever be happier |
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Until you find that special place where you belong |
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And you won't ever be happier |
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Until you find that only way |
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Until you find the only way back home |
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You don't ever understand |
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It's right here in our hands |
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The outline of our lives, it's over now |
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It's over now, it's over now |
