(Crowe)
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Waiting here somedays, and looking inside.
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You can't live your life on your own love,
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Well not all the time
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I need somebody, from outside of me,
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To come and give me all the things that I have used up
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Wrapping other peoples sin
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So afraid to begin, so afraid to start again,
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Lost in time, held in argument,
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Weathers fine as long as you don't speak.
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The guilt that I've gathered,
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Is like my phrase book of doubt,
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Over your shoulder and far away,
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The pressure mounts
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Now that you've said you will love that little girl for life.
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Ah, did you really understand what you were giving away
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And how your soul knows you
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So afraid to begin, so afraid to start again,
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Lost in time, held in argument,
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Weathers fine, as long as you don't speak
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The shadows stretch the floor,
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And I don't seem to know what I'm here for.
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There's a moment in Noah¡¯s arc when panic sets in,
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You're afraid of the dark...so afraid
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So afraid to begin, so afraid to start again,
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Lost in time, held in argument,
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Weathers fine, as long as you don't speak
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As long as you don't speak,
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As long as you don't speak your mind.
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Afraid
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Russell Crowe & 30 Odd Foot of Grunts |