It never turns out right with me and you,
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No matter how I try to see it through.
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Get up at sunset and start again,
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But it feels like we're trying to catch the wind.
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You are a door to which I've lost the keys;
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We are a puzzle with a missing piece.
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We gather ourselves and we start again;
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It feels like we're trying to catch the wind.
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And I can't carry on living like this,
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talking through glass.
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You know that I can't be the one to banish the mist,
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and ghosts in your past.
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You're so cold to touch-you and your heart,
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And when I care too much, we fall apart.
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We gather ourselves and we start again;
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It feels like we're trying to catch the wind.
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And I can't carry on living like this,
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talking through glass.
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You know that I can't be the one to banish the mist,
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and ghosts in your past.
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And so I'm left without a choice but walking out,
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Though I've no hope I'll ever find someone like you.
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My head screaming I have to leave you,
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but my heart is filled with doubts;
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I don't I wanna leave, but tell me what else can I do?
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What can I do? [x4]
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(We move like swing sets.) [x4]
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Talking Through Glass
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| Thrice |
