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All along |
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I tried to map out exactly |
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What I want |
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But you seemed to miss the signs |
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I guess they were more subtle than I thought |
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I should've known it all along |
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I want that |
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I want that picture perfect couple |
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In my grandma's vintage photograph |
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All I ask |
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Is for the world right at my fingers |
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And your heart right in the palm of my hand |
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And when I've laid it all out for you |
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But you still can't seem to go and figure it out |
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So now, I'm running out |
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Here we are |
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Time to go our separate ways |
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We could talk |
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But it'd take us right back to |
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That same old story where we started once before |
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Did I really make it all that hard? |
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I want that |
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I want a picture perfect couple |
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Like in my grandma's vintage photograph |
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All I ask |
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Is for the world right at my fingers |
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And your heart right in the palm of my hand |
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And when I've laid it all out for you |
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But you still can't seem to go and figure it out |
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So now, I'm running out |
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We could run |
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Run around in circles and pretend |
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But what's the point |
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When a beginning's just another end of something not worth starting over? |
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I want that |
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I want the whole world at my fingers |
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And your heart right in the palm of my hand |
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I've laid it out all for you |
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But you still can't seem to go and figure it out |
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So now, I'm running out |
