When you think you've found something worth holding onto
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Wer reaching for attention, hoping she would notice you
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Collecting bottles and thrown-away cans
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Like she was returnable
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One day would fill your hands
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ow she loved you, all you imagined
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Fit so well into you plans
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Maybe one day soon it will all come out
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How you dream about each other sometimes
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With the memory of how you once gave up
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But you made it through the troubled times
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Pining away every hour in your room
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Rolling with the motion, waiting til it's opportune
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Sitting there watching time fly past you
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Why do tomorrow
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What you could never do
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How she loved you
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All you imagined
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All ths shit she put you through
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Maybe one day soon it will all come out
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How you dream about each other sometimes
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With the memory of how you once gave up
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But you made it through the troubled times
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And it takes a lot of nerve to ask how she is doing
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Start with a weak foundation, you will end in ruins
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The ways the days and hours pass you'll never understand
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Falling like rain through your hands
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Maybe one day soon it will all come out
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How you dream about each other sometimes
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With the memory of how you once gave up
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But you made it through the troubled times
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Troubled Times
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| Fountains Of Wayne |
