Waiting for the bus stop
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Waiting for the concrete black top to settle down
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Long enough for me to get off and get a little ground
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I'm ready for the sea change
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Helpless felt this coming from a mile away
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And now you're looking at me babe, and how we'll separate if we can
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Cause I still count on one hand the number of good men I know
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It's like I'm standing on the edge with just a telephone wire
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Trying to get to you first to say the world's on fire
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Holding my breath until I know you're alright
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Because the water will only rise
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When will you realize
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You must become an island
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You must become an island
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You must become an island
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And see for yourself that that's what I am
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You always dirty up the windows
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If you keep 'em at bay that way no one's gonna surprise you by getting too close
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Anybody but me though
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You've made exceptions to you rules
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And now we're staring down truth neither one of us wants to know
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It's like I'm standing on the edge with just a telephone wire
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Trying to get to you first to say the world's on fire
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Holding my breath until I know you're alright
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Because the water will only rise
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When will you realize
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You must become an island
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You must become an island
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You must become an island
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And see for yourself the horizon is all we have
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And see for yourself the horizon is all we have
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Holding my breath until I know you're alright
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Because the water will only rise...
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Islands
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| Sara Bareilles |
