Fifteen minutes to six and fourteen floors to go
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Thirteen suited strangers makes a crowded elevator slow
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And I've got a million words and phrases, on the tip of my tongue
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For the only non stranger next to me, soon she'll know
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Know, know
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So let 'em stare
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If I could think I would give in
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And let you in on how I feel
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Need to spill
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Let all of it out right now
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And expose every inch in front of them
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Twelve more floors your eyes and mine are all I need to come clean
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Or should I wait for the lobby, spare the lives
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Of some 26 nervous eyes
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Being occupied by little red numbers passing by
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If I wait one minute longer, I think I will die
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Die, die.
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So let em' stare
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If I could think I would give in
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And let you in on how I feel
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Need to spill
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Let all of it out right now
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And expose every inch in front of them
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If I could think I would give in
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And let you in on how I feel
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Need to spill
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Let all of it out right now
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And expose every inch in front of them
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Front of them
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You help me to feel, see and know
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Why all the while I've been so inquisitive
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I can't go back cuz now I know how it feels to open up and breathe
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I can't go back cuz now I
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I can't go back cuz now I
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I can't go back cuz now I
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I can't go back cuz now I know
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If I could think I would give in
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And let you in on how I feel
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Need to spill
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Let all of it out right now
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And expose every inch in front of them
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If I could think I would give in
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And let you in on how I feel
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Need to spill
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Let all of it out right now
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And expose every inch in front of them
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Yeah
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In front of them
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In front of them
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In front of them
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Crowded Elevator
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| Incubus |
