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sometimes i really wish
that
i could listen to a song
without thinking about anyone who i've subconsciously or consciously connected to it.
damn it.
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Dryin' up in conversation, still
My head was halfway round the world
And workin' through your sleeping I was
Driven by the promise of a quick return
And I wonder if he'll be the very same
And I wonder if he's gonna break the waves
Again...
Tryin' just to focus on the good
I'm tired of divin' for the pearls
And every dawn is another morning less
I have to wait to wake beside that boy
And I hope he's gonna be the very same
And I hope he can survive this wave again
And if we're all for someone
And if we're born for someone
When will he come, that someone?
And put things in their place?
Comin' back to see you boy,
You know there's nothing surer in this world
Remember all the maddened seasons
Back when we weren't old enough to wait our turn
And I hope we're gonna be the very same
And I hope we can survive this wave again
And if we're all for someone
And if we're both for someone
When will he come, that someone?
And put things in their place?
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people tend to tell me...people try to tell me, that i am way beyond my years; that the reason behind the silvery hairs on my head is because i think too much, that i have too much stress.
they couldn't be more right.
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