For once there is nothing up my sleeve
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Just some scars from
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a life that used to trouble me
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I used to run at first sight of the sun
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Now I lay here waiting for you to wake up
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The city outside still sounds like it¡¯s on fire
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You put on new sheets,
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the white flag of a Saturday night
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I know we stayed up talking in circles
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But I like to think
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the symmetry will keep me close to you
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For everyone, I¡¯m out to prove wrong,
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you keep the light on
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The only one, you know me better than the truth
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So, despite what I¡¯ve done,
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I pray to God that we can move on
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Cause thus far you are
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the best thing that this life has yet to lose
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And for once there is nothing up my sleeve
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Just some scars from a life
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that used to trouble me
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I used to run at first sight of the sun
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Now I lay here waiting for you to wake up
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I lay here waiting for you to wake up
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So if you gonna leave, if you gonna go
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I can¡¯t bare to sleep without you in my arms
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I know we got caught up
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sifting through a crowd of pebbles and lures
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But you must not let them take you
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They don¡¯t know you like I do
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For once there is nothing up my sleeve
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Just some scars from a life
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that used to trouble me
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I used to run at first sight of the sun
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Now I lay here waiting for you to wake up
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I lay here waiting for you to wake up
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Do you remember when we stayed up
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till the sun strikes through the room
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I used to blame it on
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the Queen¡¯s Walk in down 7th avenue
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It¡¯s been years now since we moved
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I gotten good at an excuse
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You know I try not to speak superlatives
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But it¡¯s impossible to you
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The city outside is nothing but a flicker now
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You see our friends to bed,
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you turn out the lights
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I start to think you¡¯ll make a beautiful mother I,
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I like to think I have everything I want from this life
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Sight Of The Sun
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Fun. |