It's alright if you got me wrong. There's no way I'm giving up.
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Maybe it's right, or maybe it's wrong and you just don't see it.
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I know one thing for sure, your conversation doesn't cure.
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It's thin like paper and so are your words in the way they waiver.
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Tomorrow when we go our separate ways,
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maybe you'll see the light you helped create, shining on its own.
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Up all night and you're telling me, what you think I should be.
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You must be numb, because right now I swear I can't help but feel it.
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And if I know one thing, no matter how hard I sing,
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you just won't hear me,
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because right now you couldn't be much more near me.
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Tomorrow when we go our separate ways,
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maybe you'll see the light you helped create, shining on its own.
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Think you have all the answers.
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Dim skies crop your words, unsure, unrehearsed.
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As if to tell you, that they can't trust you.
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All sighs and, you're trying, to take the feeling out of this.
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But you can't take it out of me.
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Think you have all the answers, but you can't..
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You can't take this away.
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Thin Like Paper
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