| I stood alone, pulled a dime from my pocket and wished
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| Making sure it hit the bottom of the well
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| But fruition never came
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| So I am taking back my wishes, I could be wrong
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| But this is another reason for an angry farewell
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| But I’m anxious for a change now
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| It seems no matter what you do
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| It seems no matter what you say
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| It seems however far away
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| I still keep running back to you
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| Stretched out, reached out all I can
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| I’m stretching out until the point I’m breaking
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| But you thought I’d never leave
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| Yet tomorrow may be another day, but the day
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| For no mistaking it could happen while you sleep
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| Now
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| It seems no matter what you do
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| It seems no matter what you say
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| It seems however far away
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| I still keep running back to you
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| There’s room for changing, so I’m rearranging
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| Myself to be much better than what I am now
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| Yes, I’m addicted, and I admit it
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| So everything can be better than what it is now
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| So much better now
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| I stood alone, pulled a dime from my pocket and wished
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| Making sure it hit the bottom of the well
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| But fruition never came
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| So I am taking back my wishes, I could be wrong
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| But this is another reason for an angry farewell
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| But I’m anxious for a change now
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| It seems no matter what you do
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| It seems no matter what you say
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| It seems however far away
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| I still keep running back to you
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| It seems no matter what you do
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| It seems no matter what you say
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| It seems however far away
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| I still keep running back to you
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| Keep running back to you, I keep crawling back to you
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| I keep running back to you
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| Keep running back to you, I keep crawling back to you
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| I keep coming back, crawling back, crawling back to you |