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In my next life I won't, |
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Listen to anyone, |
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Who says that they can give you, |
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More than I can, |
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All I have, all I have. |
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And don't try to save my soul, |
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It wouldn't really mean that much to you, |
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I'm too tired and you're too old, |
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You wouldn't take the time to listen. |
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Precious things that you have in your hands, |
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Like my heart and my life, |
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Be proud that I still can't take the time, |
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To notice, to remember. |
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It shattered in my hand, |
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When you couldn't take the time to listen, |
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Be my friend for the first time, |
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And I promise it won't be the last time. |
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I thought I was the only one |
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Moves so fast that I can't find, |
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Find the time to catch you |
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You're so sure, you're so sure. |
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It's precious, precious, in your hand |
