| I might be politic
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| Or I might just grab your hand
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| I’m not selfish with my story
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| I just want something
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| Understand?
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| Oh, the world is not for grieving
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| It’s not grieving for my cry
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| And I hate this growl inside, yes
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| I hate this growl inside
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| And you better believe it
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| When I tell you
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| That it’s all growing
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| Until you learn to trust
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| Well, this wash it wasn’t easy
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| No, this wash just doesn’t dream
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| It just makes the whole thing cluttered, yes
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| And when you’ve seen the sights
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| It’s best to scream
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| I’m not stolen from the soulless
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| I’m just driven to the white
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| So, you really ought to catch me now
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| You really ought to join the fight
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| And if I tell you
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| All my secrets
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| That you ever wanted to hear
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| It’s:
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| Once and not speak
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| Once and not speak
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| Once and not speak
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| No one wants to play this
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| Well, no one likes the dark
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| And we just checked in
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| For higher love
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| Well, that’s another
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| You like sparks
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| Well, I’ll fly across the evening
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| Least, I’ll smile across the hall to you
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| But it better not
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| It better just be wall-to-wall
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| And if I tell ya all my secrets
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| That you ever wanted to hear
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| It’s
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| Once and not speak
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| Once and not speak
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| Once and not speak
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| I’m the tired recluse, yes
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| Tired of this courtyard
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| Every grateful day’s line
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| Well, the crafty were just leaving
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| They’ve forgotten how to talk
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| And that slither through the evening
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| Was just another kind of walk with me
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| Well, I’ll tell you what you wanted
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| Least, I’ll stunt you with my grace
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| And I know it’s all so easy
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| But I just want to find your face
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| And if I tell you all my secrets
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| That you ever wanted to hear
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| It’s:
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| Once and not speak
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| Once and not speak
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| Once and not speak |