so I'm waiting by a phone
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for the blessed ring
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like a holy grail
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for a fisher king
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time is ticking down
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like a metronome
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rhythm for my brain and its ceaseless games
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I never seem to play them to the beat I hear
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thought my heart beat is a beat that beats so near
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so we had a talk last night about the heavy blow
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that you dealt in fright you're back against the wall
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it was a puzzle piece important to the whole
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that I may not find to place within that hole
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I never seem to put them in the gaps I see
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like a puzzle where the pieces lost to me
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Chorus
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so I'm changing who I am
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'cause what I am's not good
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and I know you love me now
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but I don't see why you should
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and I don't see why you should
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no, I don't see why you should
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so I drift into the air
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like a moth to light
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down the boulevard to the coffee shop
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in the land of sorrow in the land of wait
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I fear is bearing down on this lonely town
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I never seem to write them down as good as him
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like I somewhere lost the keys that let me in
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Chorus
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so I'm changing who I am
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'cause what I am's not good
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and I know you love me now
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but I don't see why you should
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so I'm changing who I am
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'cause what I am's not good
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and I know you love me now
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but I don't see why you should
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and I don't see why you should
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no, I don't see why you should
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I Don't See Why
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| Sixpence None The Richer |
