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Everything I do, I do in slow motion. |
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I don't know what to say. |
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Everywhere I fall, don't know name or location. |
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Baby, I'll just find my way, I'll find it. |
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Oh... |
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Years ago now, I couldn't hold my eyes to the stars. |
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Burdened by how they slept so far away. |
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I see now this is better in so many ways. |
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All that glitter is fire, burns the skin and leaves you with haste. |
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Everything I do, I do in slow motion. |
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I don't know what to say. |
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Everywhere I fall, don't know name or location. |
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Baby, I'll just find my way, I'll find it. |
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Heavy is my sleeping, terror is my dreaming, |
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While you are pretty through the night. |
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And you may taste the salt that rolls off my cheekbone, |
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But you don't know why I cry. |
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Over mulled wine, all the tact fell through the floor. |
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Tripping over fine lines and you. |
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If I stay here, well I'll have some explaining for you. |
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Sins are in mind where there's things that I ought to do. |
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Everything I do, I do in slow motion. |
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I don't know what to say. |
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Everywhere I fall, don't know name or location. |
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Baby, I'll just find my way, I'll find it. |
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Heavy is my sleeping, terror is my dreaming, |
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While you're pretty through the night. |
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And you may taste the salt that rolls off my cheekbone, |
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But you don't know why I cry. |