Promise the lake
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Don¡¯t try, don¡¯t be
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Exist just like me
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Promise shame
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Every bit of everything is screaming so quietly
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Is there anything else to say?
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Are there any more words to sing?
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Right after doubting all the things you claim
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Right before giving all of it away
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I thought I was ready to write
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But you had me years ago
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You had me at first sight
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Even if it means nothing now
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Promise these hands
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No more empty praise and worship
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Get lost at first sight
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I¡¯m driving my car away
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I¡¯m heading north
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I thought I was ready to write
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But you had me years ago
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You had me at first sight
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Even if it means nothing now
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It hurts most in the mornings
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And I wish I was in Chicago
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Their statements are all contradictions
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And I don¡¯t think they can figure it out
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All our damages transform us
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We¡¯re like our own historians
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Is there anything else to say?
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Are there anymore words to sing?
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Every bit of everything is screaming
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Promise the lake
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Get lost at first sight
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First Sight
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| The Devil Wears Prada |
