Oh our dance was slow
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And you fumbled with my hands
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Whisper "time to sleep"
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You have dreams awaiting your quiet mind
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Does your heart get weaker
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When you see how far we've to go
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Forget all the promises
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You're tired and you're drifting and you're low
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And if you can't steer
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Then it would be safer to drop the anchor
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And if you can't feel
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It's selfish to use up all of the bandages
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I can read your eyes:
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if this is real then it'll end
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I shouldn't be so surprised
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This happens over and over again
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Does your heart get fiercer
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When you think someday I might go
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Forget all the promises
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You're tired and you're drifting and you're low
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And if you can't steer
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Then it would be safer to drop the anchor
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And if you can't feel
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It's selfish to use up all of the bandages
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When you're alone
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When you're hollow
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Then you'll ask me to
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Come and fill you come
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And feel you
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Don't think I will do
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Anchor
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| Trespassers William |
