You told me I was guarded
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Late on a Tuesday night
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And now it's only Thursday
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And others said the same
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My eyes aren't broken vases
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They do see a steady pulse and flag
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I thought that was a good thing
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You told me it was bad
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But I can't find you with my arms in front of me
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Tell me, can you ever win time back
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If you're willing to lose some fun between the cracks?
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A sacrifice that I would make for those days, I can't relax
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Cause you cannot take a secret back
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Mmm
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I love people-watching
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On this wild, wide brick street
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The lamps give just enough
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That we just might meet
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It's a big, small world
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With lots of stages and holes to fill
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Before that day I said too much
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I can't sit still
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I can't find you with my arms in front of me
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But if home is my mystery
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Well, I have to stay and guard this street
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Tell me, can you ever win time back
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If you're willing to lose some fun between the cracks?
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A sacrifice that I would make for those days, I can't relax
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Cause you cannot take a secret back
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Oh
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I can't find you with my arms in front of me
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But if home is my identity
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Well, then I have to stay right here, right here and guard this street
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Tell me, can you ever win time back
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If you're willing to lose some fun between the cracks?
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A sacrifice that I would make for those days, I can't relax
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Cause you cannot take a secret back
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Oh
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You cannot take a secret back
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Mmm
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Cannot Take A Secret
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Aslyn |