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It's a pretty far place from here |
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And it's the kind of place you go to disappear |
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I think I'm really gonna make my move |
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But it's the kind of thing you think but never do |
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And you could really help me out |
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If you could help me figure out |
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How to make this broken dream turn true |
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Cause I'm halfway gone |
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I'm leaving |
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Though part of me is holding on |
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Hoping you could prove I'm wrong |
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You know I'm done believing |
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I'm running cause I don't belong |
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And there's nothing here to hold me strong |
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And I heard them say the end is near |
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The New York Times said it's the story of the year |
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But if the rumors that they say are true |
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Well I can't just sit and wait there must be something I can do |
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Still you could really help me out |
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If you could help me figure out |
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How to make this broken dream turn true |
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Cause I'm halfway gone |
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I'm leaving |
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Though part of me is holding on |
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Hoping you could prove I'm wrong |
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You know I'm done believing |
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I'm running cause I don't belong |
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And there's nothing here to hold me strong |
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And you could really help me out |
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If you could help me figure out |
|
How to make this broken dream turn true |
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Cause I'm halfway gone |
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I'm leaving |
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Though part of me is holding on |
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Hoping you could prove I'm wrong |
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You know I'm done believing |
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I'm running cause I don't belong |
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And there's nothing here to hold me strong |
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It's a pretty far place from here |
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And it's the kind of place you go to disappear |
