Why do I live in the past and why should it hurt me to ask
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If someone can hear, I'm standing right here
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But this talking aloud cannot last
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I've never been one full of words,
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It's much better to hide in a smile
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With nothing to say, I'd just walk away
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Disappear to my room, and shake my fists
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Think things over and stare into the wall
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And all this time I feel like screaming
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Turn that key, let me out, let me out
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Let me hold onto someone
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Let me out, let me out
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Let me hold onto someone
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Inside it's so easy to breathe, but never so easy to leave
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And just when I try, the fence gets too high
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So I sleep with my head on my sleeve
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And I dream of us flying away to a place that is out of the way
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And there's somebody there who says I don't care
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Who you are, where you're from, what you need
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Or what you're thinking, we love you anyway
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Feel Like Screaming
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Air Supply |