| I said, «Everybody's headed out to La
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| But I hate to see you suffer
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| You love New York in the summer.»
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| So let’s gather up the pieces of this broken, wilted thing
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| It’s worth the struggle
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| I just ache to touch you
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| I’ve always wanted you too close
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| Why, why, why, is it hard to sleep without you?
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| I don’t mind if you build your dreams around it
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| We won’t survive on this borrowed time;
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| I don’t know why you’d wanna try
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| I said, «Why, why, why do we waste time on these white lies?»
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| I catch a glimpse of fingernails with cracked pink polish
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| Tapping out a rhythm
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| I’m just wondering what you’re thinking
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| There’s a faded photograph of someone else you used to love
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| Can’t stop from wishing
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| That you’d just forget him
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| I’ve always wanted you too close
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| Why, why, why, is it hard to sleep without you?
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| I don’t mind if you build your dreams around it
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| We won’t survive on this borrowed time;
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| I don’t know why you’d wanna try
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| I said, «Why, why, why do we waste time on these white lies?»
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| I remember the night, the hotel bed
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| You cried out loud
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| You were still in love with me
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| Through time and space, oh, everything
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| You’ve wasted all your precious dreams and faith, it seems
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| Needless crying…
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| Why, why, why, is it hard to sleep without you?
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| I don’t mind if you build your dreams around it
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| We won’t survive on this borrowed time;
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| I don’t know why you’d wanna try
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| I said, «Why, why, why do we waste time?»
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| And I said, «Why, why, why do we waste time on these white lies?» |