I pace the floors this empty house
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Compare its content to myself
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The phone keeps ringing
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I know they could never help
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Sometimes its worse to have the time
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Then never have it for yourself
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I wish I knew you half as much as I can tell
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And why does the road I walk not comfort me?
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And why does the road I walk not comfort me?
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We cut the conversation short
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Before it starts all that again
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Maybe we ought to get it over with
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We're scared that we could end it
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We count on nothing we don't fear
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Its sad to think that theres no guarantee at all
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No guarantee at all
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And why does the road I walk not comfort me?
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And why does the road I walk not comfort me?
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And why does the road I walk not comfort me?
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And why does the road I walk not comfort me?? (not comfort me)
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We pace the floors this empty house
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Compare its content to ourself
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But I know its just the way it needs to be
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We cut that conversation short
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Before it starts all that again, again, again
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We pace the floors this empty house
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Compare its content to ourself
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The phone keeps ringing
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I know, I know, I know, I know
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Empty House
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| The Color Fred |
