| Thinking blinking consistency
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| Why can I feel you staring at me
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| I saw your face in Los Angeles
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| And the traffic never made it love it any less
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| There’s a reason a season a treason for meaning
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| Like a hot blooded cold hearted film without a screening
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| Dreamed up in your head now it’s dead
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| Nobody cared in the first place
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| How long have I loved you?
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| How long have I told you the truth?
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| We’re gonna try and make it better
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| We’re gonna try and make it better
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| We’re gonna try and make it better
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| Oh, if it’s the last thing that we do
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| I drove to Memphis to see my mother
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| Oil change, rearrange, gas station druthers
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| Red light, yellow light, up to Chicago
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| Colorado, Mexico, anywhere you wanna go
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| Waking, sleeping, loving, and goodbyeing
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| Bravado, eating crow, I heard you crying
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| Left wing, right wing, nobody hears you sing
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| Yeah we’re moving on without you
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| How long have I loved you?
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| How long have I told you the truth?
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| We’re gonna try and make it better
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| We’re gonna try and make it better
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| We’re gonna try and make it better
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| Oh, if it’s the last thing that we do
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| I see the metaphor tell me more tomorrow
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| The harvest is coming and still we borrow
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| Feedback, aching back, I hear the violin
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| I feel like a stranger in my own skin
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| The congregation sang, but the preacher stayed home
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| With the kings, queens, and thieves all along
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| Like a pilgrim without a place to roam
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| Nobody saw us trying
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| How long have I loved you?
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| How long have I told you the truth?
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| We’re gonna try and make it better
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| We’re gonna try and make it better
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| We’re gonna try and make it better
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| Oh, if it’s the last thing that we do |