| Call me when you think the coast is clear
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| I’ve been hiding out almost a year
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| Is there something wrong?
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| What’s taking you so long?
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| Yeah, I know it’s not easy
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| You said if I waited, it’d pay off
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| But my eyes are growing wild
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| And my body’s growing soft
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| Is there something wrong?
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| What’s taking you so long?
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| And yeah, I know it’s not easy
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| You said I should let go of your hand
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| But I don’t even know if I can
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| You’re the only one
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| You are the very sun to me
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| And you know it’s not easy
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| Well I look at the stars
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| And I know you’re under them
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| I look at the books
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| And things people are reading
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| I know that you’ve written them, too
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| You’ve got so many little things to do
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| But then I look at my life
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| And I know you’ve forgotten
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| The promise you made to me
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| I think that’s rotten
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| I’m hopelessly lost
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| And there’s hardly a sound anymore
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| Coming through that can show me around
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| As I’m endlessly, endlessly searching the crowd
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| Looking for something from you
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| Just one fucking measly clue
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| Any shitty little tip-off would do
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| But I’m just an ant in Alaska to you
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| But then I look at the stars
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| And I know you’re under them
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| I look at the books
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| And things people are reading
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| I know that you’ve written them, too
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| You’ve got so many little things to do
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| But then I look at my life
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| And I know you’ve forgotten
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| The promise you made to me
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| I think that’s rotten
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| I’m hopelessly lost
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| And there’s hardly a sound anymore
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| Coming through that can show me around
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| As I’m endlessly, endlessly searching the crowd
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| Looking for something from you
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| Just one fucking measly clue
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| Any shitty little tip-off would do
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| But I’m just an ant in Alaska to you
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| I’m just an ant in Alaska
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| An ant in Alaska
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| An ant in Alaska to you |