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I pace the floors this empty house |
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Compare its content to myself |
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The phone keeps ringing |
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I know they could never help |
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Sometimes its worse to have the time |
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Then never have it for yourself |
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I wish I knew you half as much as |
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I can tell |
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And why does the road |
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I walk not comfort me? |
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And why does the road |
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I walk not comfort me? |
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We cut the conversation short |
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Before it starts all that again |
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Maybe we ought to get it over with |
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We're scared that we could end it |
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We count on nothing we don't fear |
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Its sad to think that theres no guarantee at all |
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No guarantee at all |
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And why does the road |
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I walk not comfort me? |
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And why does the road |
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I walk not comfort me? |
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And why does the road |
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I walk not comfort me? |
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And why does the road |
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I walk not comfort me?? (not comfort me) |
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We pace the floors this empty house |
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Compare its content to ourself |
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But I know its just the way it needs to be |
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We cut that conversation short |
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Before it starts all that again, again, again |
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We pace the floors this empty house |
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Compare its content to ourself |
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The phone keeps ringing |
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I know, I know, |
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I know, I know |
