(Pal Waaktaar)
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I find it hard to breathe
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As life just eats away
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At the faces that surround me
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They look tired today
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The lady at my table
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Doesn't want me here
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I just want to talk to her
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But would she laugh at my accent
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And make fun of me
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It doesn't seem like this
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Blue sky's here for me
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There are no girls in here
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As far as I can see
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Only pin-up posters
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Looking down at me
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Watching papercups of coffee
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Growing cold before my eyes
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All the things I see
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That make me realize
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I'm in this big world without you
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Nothing to my name
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I never knew that
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Blue sky meant such pain
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I'm dying to be different
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In the coffee shop
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I've lived on borrowed strength
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Now my supplies are cut
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Though i'm older than my looks
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And older than my years
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I'm too young to take on
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My deepest fears
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Oh, I used to be confused
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But now I just don't know
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Since you left I've been watching
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Blue skies come and go
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Blue Sky
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| A-ha |
