| Is this the sound of our demise
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| Or just the opposite?
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| I love you and I miss you
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| What else is there to say?
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| It takes a hell of a lot more to complete this
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| Far more, far more to recreate
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| Far more, far more, far more, far more
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| Far more, far more than we can take
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| When you decide how much time
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| Do you let, do you let, do you let, do you let
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| Pass before
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| These false starts, these small meals
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| They’re for my, for my starving hands
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| Just treading, just treading shallow waters
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| Avoiding the drop, the drop in the ocean floor
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| Far more, far more, far more, far more
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| Far more, far more than we possess
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| How much, how much, how much
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| How much longer, girl
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| How much longer do we need to wait?
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| For a moment when the blare of the tv subsides
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| And then song fills the air, playing every night
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| A change in the key feels like a change in the season
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| I pretend almost every, every other night
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| That this body and its entirety belongs to me, every breath
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| It comes and goes
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| It comes and goes
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| All night
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| Well, you can’t dictate the way, the way I’m gonna feel
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| No matter what, no matter what I’m forced to see
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| I’ll be the one free of jealousy
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| Well, you can’t dictate the way, the way I’m gonna feel
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| No matter what, no matter what I’m forced to see
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| I’ll be the one free of jealousy
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| Far more, far more, far more, far more
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| Far more, far more than we can take
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| So well, so well, so well rehearsed
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| I coordinate this kind of mess
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| I’ll do it like, do it like, do it like
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| Do it like, do it like, do it like
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| Do it like, do it like, do it like we used to
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| Like we used to do
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| I love you and I miss you
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| What else is there to say? |