| Sticky eyes and all that terrible breakfast
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| I wipe the crumps from my plate
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| And ask what’s next for us
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| There are about five people I can sit this close to
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| Still I dream of hands reaching out
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| To choke you
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| But I’m always coming back to you
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| Always coming back to you
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| I show up to the show by myself and I catch your eye
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| I think I’m getting stuck
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| I need you to yell at me so I know we’re fine
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| I need that bright light shining in my eyes
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| Take me away from the edge of the stage
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| I need that bright light shining in my eyes
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| Take me away from the edge of the stage
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| 'Cause I’m crushed, crushed, crushed
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| 'Cause I’m crushed, crushed, crushed
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| Cold phone calls, I think I know what I should say to you
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| It’s all coming back by now
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| But it never feels the same anyway
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| I think I’ve seen you around around, around, around
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| I think I’ve heard your name
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| It’s all coming back by now
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| And eye contact makes it all the same
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| I need that bright light shining in my eyes
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| Take me away from the edge of the stage
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| I need that bright light shining in my eyes
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| Take me away from the edge of the stage
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| 'Cause I’m crushed, crushed, crushed
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| 'Cause I’m crushed, crushed, crushed
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| 'Cause I’m crushed, crushed, crushed
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| 'Cause I’m crushed, crushed, crushed
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| I need that bright light shining in my eyes
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| Take me away from the edge of the stage
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| I need that bright light shining in my eyes
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| Take me away from the edge of the stage
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| I need that bright light shining in my eyes
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| Take me away from the edge of the stage
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| I need that bright light shining in my eyes
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| Take me away from the edge of the stage
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| 'Cause I’m crushed, crushed, crushed
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| 'Cause I’m crushed |