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She takes my hand, but I don't understand where we're going |
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Are we almost there, are we all? |
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I stumble backwards, I trip over passwords, not knowing |
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Was she really there, was she real? |
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These are the words she tells him, he tells her |
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I just remembered that my ride is waiting |
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I take her hand, I still don't understand what I'm after |
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We'll just see what's there, we'll just see |
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She stumbles backwards, she trips over my words and laughter |
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Was I really there, was I real? |
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These are the words of the boy, of the girl |
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I just remembered that my ride is waiting |
