These streets are as cold and wet
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As my eyes, flesh and bones are longing home
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I was taken out of context
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And to think you had me not speaking for a month or two
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But it's not you I know
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It's just me waiting
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Waiting for the sun to come out
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Waiting for the sun to come back oh
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We are to follow
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What if I could stand still and get moved
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We are to follow
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We are nothing running blind
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We are to follow
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We are so sick of it now
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We are to follow
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But im scared to be left behind
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We are to follow
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Nothing now
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The TV dies more and more for each day
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And the beauty of your eyes (in my hand)
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Makes the flashing lights behind me on the wall look even more pale
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Four o'clock and the sky is getting red
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And here I am, just me waiting
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Waiting for the sun to come out
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Waiting for the sun to come back oh
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Im throwing myself at you
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And I'm holding on for dear life
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Can I scream out of tune in this choir
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God help me scream
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What if I would stand still and get moved
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We Are To Follow
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