Breaking up in the station, a final train
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I don¡¯t even know if I¡¯ll ever see you again
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Is it a choice that we even have?
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Bang bang down on the piano ¡¯til I smash the keys
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Listening alone with the melodies
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Everything¡¯s gone and I don¡¯t know where
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And the rule of thumb don¡¯t apply anymore
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¡®Cause the house is burning¡¦.
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Trying to pull myself away
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I¡¯m caught in a pattern and I can¡¯t escape
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Trying to pull myself away
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Lately when I get lost there¡¯s this thing I know
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Even the dogs have somewhere to go
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Everything comes if you just it be
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Work, work, brighten the corners that will never see
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Untangle the thoughts that you know what they mean
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I hope that the answer doesn¡¯t come to late
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And the rule of thumb don¡¯t apply on me
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¡®Cause the table are turning
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Trying to pull myself away
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I¡¯m caught in a pattern and I can¡¯t escape
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Trying to pull myself away
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I¡¯m caught in a pattern and I can¡¯t escape
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Can¡¯t escape
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Trying to pull myself away, everything¡¯s gone
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Trying to pull myself away, everything¡¯s gone
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Trying To Pull Myself Away
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| Glen Hansard |
