believe when i say that it has to be true
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so much to say, so little to do
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i know, i know, i know you
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the room's growing cold as the evening grows long
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see in your eyes something is wrong
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i know, i know, i know you
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so where do you go at the end of the day?
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where do you hide away?
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age has a way of pretending to see
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right to the core of what we want to be
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but i know, i know, i know me
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and i've lost all interest in matters of worth
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old again, wise again, born again, no constancy
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oh but i know me
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so where do you go at the end of the day?
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where do you go when you seem so far away?
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tell me what happened to the promises that we made
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where do you hide away?
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so tell me where do you go at the end of the day?
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where do you go when you seem so far away?
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what happened to the promises that you made?
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where do you hide away?
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Surprise Me
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The Beloved |