Even a vow that breaks
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Is a metaphor, Now that's for sure.
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Even a tooth that cracks can bite your back.
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Even a heart that's pure,
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Is an invitation right for breaking,
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Even the ones who know don't know for sure.
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But you better slow down,
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Can't you see your feet have left the ground?
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And I'm the world below.
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You better slow down,
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Every time you speak, I hear the sound,
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But your lips are still.
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Even a bond that breaks,
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Is a telling tale the heart can grow stale,
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Even an atheist will swear to God.
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And all of this talk of love,
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You can say forever, like whatever.
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Even the ones you like don't have to love you back.
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But you better slow down,
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Can't you see your feet have left the ground?
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I'm the world below.
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You better slow down,
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Every time you speak, I hear the sound,
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But your lips are still.
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Take all my hope for you,
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Set it off alone,
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Yeah, make it take the night bus home.
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Make it and share a seat
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A seat alone.
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But the drunks in the bars,
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The old woman keeping score of the time she felt defeated.
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Will the crowd please remain seated?
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I let you go.
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But you better slow down,
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Can't you see your feet have left the ground?
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I'm the world below.
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You better slow down,
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Every time you speak, there is no sound,
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And it's deafening.
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But you better slow down,
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Can't you see your feet have left the ground?
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And there is a world below.
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You better slow down,
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Every time you speak, there is no sound.
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It's killing me.
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And it's killing me.
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'Cos it's deafening,
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There's a world below,
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And it's hard to breathe.
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And it's much too far,
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And I hear you speak,
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Out of reach.
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It's deafening,
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And it's deafening....
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Slow Down
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Darren Hayes |