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Cynthia's gone now |
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It's time to move on |
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But I feel like I'm stuck here to the ground |
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Maybe she's waiting |
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And I'm hesitating |
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I wonder if I should pick up the phone |
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I feel like I am fading |
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I've lost my holy ground |
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Maybe there's a chance that the lost will be found |
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The girl in the park grabs |
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Me by the heart |
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She makes me feel sick and I'm falling apart |
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But maybe it's good to |
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Take a good look |
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And remember the picture |
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When I feel smart |
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I feel like I am fading |
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I've lost my holy ground |
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Maybe there's a chance that the lost will be found |
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When she is around |
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She turns |
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My world upside down |
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And I am |
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Hitting the ground |
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Whenever she is down |
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And baby it's real |
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Whatever that means |
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But when I pinch my arm |
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You just disappear |
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I feel like I am fading |
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I 've lost my holy ground |
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Maybe there's a chance that the lost will be found |
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Cynthia's gone now |
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It's time to move on |
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But I feel like I'm stuck here to the ground |