| And I’ve been so lonely here
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| I find myself lost in escape
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| Marked by hands I held as my anchor
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| But in your shallow sea I drown
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| I can still hear the trees
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| At my back and haunting me
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| Unafraid, unaffected
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| This has all gone so wrong
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| Under this December sky
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| I walked away compromised
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| Counting steps, of what’s left
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| To bring this all to an end
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| Outside you will find the ring that once belonged to me
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| (Just give me one reason why
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| Well maybe some other time)
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| Sharing space with her face
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| (You think this all is a game
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| It’s not a game to me)
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| Pictures on the drivers seat
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| So now we will both kill the messenger
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| It’s such a blur
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| You didn’t even see
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| This meant everything to me
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| Invisible, plans you made
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| Deconstruct me
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| Tethered to the dream of you
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| But disappearing
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| If it’s grey then just leave it
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| Some colors start bleeding
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| So guard yourself
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| That’s what my folks used to say
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| Defended your secrets
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| Claiming past loves and regrets
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| The ambition was hidden
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| To shield yourself from the blame
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| Outside you will find the ring that once belonged to me
 | 
| (Just give me one reason why
 | 
| Well maybe some other time)
 | 
| Sharing space with her face
 | 
| (You think this all is a game
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| It’s not a game to me)
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| Pictures on the drivers seat
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| Your failing words once moved heaven and earth
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| But now they can’t make me believe
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| Invisible, plans you made
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| Deconstruct me
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| Tethered to the dream of you
 | 
| But disappearing
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| Those words seemed so sincere
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| In this shallow sea I drown
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| You want to run and hide to catch your breath
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| (This can’t be happening)
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| But why don’t you come inside and capture all that’s left
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| (This can’t be happening)
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| Capture all that’s left
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| (Oh, but this is happening)
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| I don’t want to wait for this
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| A ruined list, the longing kiss
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| Making all the moments last
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| As if we had, the sentiment
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| Yearning for the sound
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| Breaking from the crowd
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| Leaving all the cynics
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| Racing for the finish
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| Time runs
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| Time runs
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| Time runs
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| Time runs out
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| If I should die
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| If I should
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| If I should die
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| If I should
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| If I should die
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| If I should
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| If I should die
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| If I should |