there's a place in my head
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it's full of memories and I can't even take a peek
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there's a place, full of broken promises
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and I can't even bring myself to speak
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I know now everything about you
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and I can't even try to
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separate the past from every ensuing day
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I try to show that I can grow
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but I can't give all you can take
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and I believe it all works out
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when I'm in your arms
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hey, if it feels so much like the way it should
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then it doesn't matter if it's wrong
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if it feels so much like the way it should
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maybe you're better off when I'm gone
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I can't stand the way out lines are crossing
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as I just lie here tossing, turnin with the fan above my head
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I'm fallin down, I"m on the ground
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you're in the air you're all around
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and I do believe it all works out
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when I'm in your arms
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All You Can Take
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