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As I sit here with this urgency |
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And nobody to the side of me |
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All quiet and alone |
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Needing answers of the unknown |
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Flitting between the real and aloof |
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A strenghtening pulse of these blues |
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Sketched out and oh so confused |
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Just keep calling |
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Put it down and it will come around |
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A hidden street |
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A town called obsolete |
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Put it down and it will come around |
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A hidden street |
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A town called obsolete |
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I glance out at the invisible |
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Winding it round, keeping me so warm |
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Impatiently overload |
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Missing someone that I've never known |
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Flitting between the plead and the truth |
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At times I'm wondering what's the use? |
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So I ease out a righteous pursuit |
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Just keep calling |
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Just keep calling |
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Put it down and it will come around |
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A hidden street |
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A town called obsolete |
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Put it down and it will come around |
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A hidden street |
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A town called obsolete |
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Put it down and it will come around |
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A hidden street |
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A town called obsolete |
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Put it down and it will come around |
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A hidden street |
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A town called obsolete |
