I'll save this for late night
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A cup of coffee and a long walk through the park
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Down from this rooftop
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I see the pond and the great lawn through the dark
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Just when should I tell you
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That's always been the toughest part
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I know how it ends but not how it starts
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So this is how I choose to bring this around
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That's all for now
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I'm running out of time
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Just tell me how to make this right
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Because I'm sick of planning ways to make you mine
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(I'm running out of ways to make you mine)
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Recounting all the lines
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I'd give to your expectant eyes
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But I failed to see the signs
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It's not the first time that my thoughts would get the best of me
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So I'll keep to myself
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And just keep on thinking wishfully
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I know that this won't help
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I need to say this to your face
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We both know this talk won't take place
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So this is how I choose to bring this around
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That's all for now
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I'm running out of time
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Just tell me how to make this right
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Because I'm sick of planning ways to make you mine
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(I'm running out of ways to make you mine)
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Recounting all the lines
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I'd give to your expectant eyes
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But I failed to see the signs
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Don't bother to tell me
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This time I can see in your eyes
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That I'm caught in between perfect lies and an impossible dream
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I'm running out of time
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Just tell me how to make this right
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Because I'm sick of planning ways to make you mine
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(I'm running out of ways to make you mine)
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Recounting all the lines
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I'd give to your expectant eyes
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But I failed to see the signs
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High Rise
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| Houston Calls |
