Can't you see that I'm trying to get through to you?
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This door keeps slamming on my hands
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I'm thinking about the way you used to be the one who sang to me.
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Your song keeps playing in my head.
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Maybe I should write it down
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And turn another page
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And then just rip it out
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There's so much left to say
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We live tonight again and again
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And it's all I've ever wanted,
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All I've ever dreamed and more
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And I'm sure
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That when my friends wake up we're somewhere in the middle of New York and California
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Where are you?
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Where are we going to?
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I've got wheels on my bedroom floor and oil in my closet
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My best friends all live next door
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Do you remember all those things you said?
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Turn back another page like I never left?
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Until I leave again
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We live tonight again and again
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And it's all I've ever wanted,
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All I've ever dreamed and more
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And I'm sure
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That when my friends wake up we're somewhere in the middle of New York and California
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Where are you?
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Where are we going to?
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It's just another stretch of highway
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I never asked for ordinary
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Time and time change
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If I rewrote this, it might just sound the same
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...listen
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| Spitalfield |
