| I once claimed my heart had room
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| For everyone and everything
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| There some rooms had no windows
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| And some rooms had no walls
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| But it wasn’t built for you and I
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| This old complex of mine
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| You should’ve seen the place
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| An endless maze
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| Why you laughing? |
| Saw you hiding
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| Am I coming on too strong?
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| Yes, I know these words, tall tales and slures are used and tired
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| But it runs too deep and what lies beneath went haywire
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| Your’s was filled with fear
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| Or else you wouldn’t be here
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| I bet you were like a river
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| Where they would quench their thirst
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| Muddy waters and violent swan songs
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| And the hearts we filled were not our own
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| On our way, on our knees, leaving fear behind
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| On our way, on our knees, leaving fear behind
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| Like me, you waited like a fool
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| In a crawl-space saved for two
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| I used to hear them through the walls
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| But now it’s quiet like a tomb
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| You say it’s all just give and take
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| But I just see this empty space
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| Between these binary poles
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| A place where we could stay
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| And I know we haven’t met
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| I’m told you linger in my head
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| But, I swear I could have sworn
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| That I’ve seen you out there before
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| Doubt is my rope back to you
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| And I just hope you’ll be there
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| But I’m bound to build, break down, rebuild this roofless tower
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| Yet I know we’ll meet, when this old reel, turns haywire
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| On my way |