You go and I'll be okay
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I can dream the rest away
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It's just a little touch of fate, it'll be okay
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It sure takes its precious time, but it's got rights and so have I
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I turn my head up to the sky
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I focus one thought at a time
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I do not let the little thieves under my tightly buttoned sleeve
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It couldn't be a longer time, I feel like I am walking blind
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I have no arrival time
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There are no legible signs [x2]
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I like the way that you talk
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I like the way that you walk
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It's hard to recreate such an individual gait
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You wait your turn in the queue
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You say your "Sorry"s and "Thank you"s
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I don't think you're ever
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A hundred percent in the room
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You're not in the room [x2]
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Deepest of the dark nights
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Here lies the highest of highs
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Neopolitan Dreams, stretching out to the sea
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You wait your turn in the queue
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You say your "Sorry"s and "Thank you"s
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I don't think you're ever
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A hundred percent in the room
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You're not in the room [x2]
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Neopolitan Dreams
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Lisa Mitchell |