I can see you standing, waiting, waiting to go
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There's nothing doing, no-one talking, nothing to show
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A look in the eye, a way to decide, to work out what's right
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Cos it's easy to slide on the move all the time
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I'm sorry I've not made the space to write
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The words never match up the thoughts on my mind
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It's not that I'm leaving, it's just things are changing
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I hope you're holding up
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I don't see you too much
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I can see you standing, waiting to go
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There's doing, no-one talking, nothing to show
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I still think it work, the words that we spoke to fix what we broke
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Looking for reasons, it's hard to see
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Would I change this for you? Or change this for me?
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Hope You're Holding Up
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| Blood Red Shoes |
