These are just the three degrees of
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Failing.
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First it's in your voice and how it's
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Trailing.
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I can tell my grip on you is
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Fading.
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'Cause I can feel your disposition
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Changing.
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So say that this is still where I belong
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Or tell me I'm wrong.
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And I'll put my bags down
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And close the door.
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And we'll get back to our forevermore.
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I can't look at you
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It hurts too - Too much to...
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Like a ghost you're here
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But I can't touch you.
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So just pretend you're blind and you can't see me.
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And we will drift apart and sail on
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Freely.
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Forevermore
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| Idina Menzel |
