| And I heard it all before
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| You’re not the kind of girl I could see in my world
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| You stood staring at your phone
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| Pretending there’s nobody else in the room
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| And you’re stood with the wrong kind of people anyway
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| Don’t listen to the words that you spit in my face
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| I can taste the smoke on your breath
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| You’re one of the ones, you come and go
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| I can tell by your tone
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| Where will you be in five years from now
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| Lost on your way knowing what it’s like to be sad
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| Sat on the train just like a passenger
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| A stranger to all the things you could have had
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| And I know it’s not right
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| And I know that you’ll fight if you have to
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| And I shiver inside
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| So don’t try and hide
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| We’re too young and blind to see
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| Now you’re sat on your own
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| And it’s holding you down
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| There’s no meaning behind all of this
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| Maybe it’s time to let go for a while
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| And stop counting the days that you missed
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| Where will you be in five years from now
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| Lost on your way knowing what it’s like to be sad
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| Sat on the train just like a passenger
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| A stranger to all the things you could have had
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| And I know it’s alright
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| And I know that you’ll fight if you have to
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| And I shiver inside
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| So don’t try and hide
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| We’re too young and blind to see
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| You act so defiant
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| Like you did nothing wrong
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| But when you’re alone you
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| You think of the tensions
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| The cold confrontations
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| And feel like a bird that could sing
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| But could never fly
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| Where will you be in five years from now
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| Lost on your way knowing what it’s like to be sad
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| Sat on the train just like a passenger
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| A stranger to all the things you could have had
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| And I know it’s not right
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| And I know that you’ll fight if you have to
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| And I shiver inside
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| So don’t try and hide
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| We’re too young and blind to see
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| To see |