| She’s a liar
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| But she’s always right and every night
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| She whispers something slowly
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| While I drift off
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| Sometimes I know you’re awake as you lay there right beside me
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| You lay there right beside me
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| Thinking maybe you should be somewhere else
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| But nowhere in this world
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| No, nowhere in this world
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| Will they offer this at a second glance
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| But this won’t stand a chance if you can’t open up
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| Never know, you never know
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| Maybe they won’t hold onto what we are
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| Knock, knock, knock on the door
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| Is it someone you know?
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| Has he been here before?
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| No it doesn’t seem to matter
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| ‘Cause you always seem to shatter the glass
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| That holds our innocence, so young
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| And if it’s me, well
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| Well then I guess I can change
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| We said we always could make the best of anything
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| But there we are now
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| And things are not what they seem
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| But every night I still dream of you
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| And I can’t shake that, no
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| Never know, you never know
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| If we can hold, hold onto what we are
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| Knock, knock, knock on the door
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| Is it someone you know?
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| Has he been here before?
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| No it doesn’t seem to matter
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| ‘Cause you always seem to shatter the glass
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| That holds our innocence, so young
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| Knock, knock, knock on the door
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| Is it someone you know?
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| Has he been here before?
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| No it doesn’t seem to matter
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| ‘Cause you always seem to shatter the glass
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| That holds our innocence, so young
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| Innocence, so young
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| We’ll have fun
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| And there is so much to change
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| I guess we’re both to blame
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| For all these conversations that have made us
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| Start to throw this away
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| Again I know we can change if we don’t disappear
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| Knock, knock, knock on the door
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| Is it someone you know?
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| Has he been here before?
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| No it doesn’t seem to matter
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| ‘Cause you always seem to shatter the glass
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| That holds our innocence, so young
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| Knock, knock, knock on the door
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| Is it someone you know?
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| Has he been here before?
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| No it doesn’t seem to matter
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| ‘Cause you always seem to shatter the glass
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| That holds our innocence, so young
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| She’s a liar
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| But she’s always right and every night she whispers something slowly
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| But I drift off |