Why do we call to each other?
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Why do we pull against each other?
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The glances we exchange are caught
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In nostalgia and become unable to move
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So much that I don�ft have the time to search for a reason
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My heart is seeking out things
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The part of me hiding inside
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The me I don�ft know will start to move
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* It�fs not that I'd been spending the days
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When you weren�ft there by myself
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But I didn�ft know all of a sudden
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An impact so severe I wanted to escape from it
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Perhaps if we had mutually chosen
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And walked the same path,
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We would have been joined as one, or else
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We don�ft understand the words we exchange,
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But somewhere I�fm anticipating it
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I can�ft see the truth and the lies
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I could stand up a little stronger
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Where would this wavering
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To where will the feeling that wavers this hard go?
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The days when I wasn't there?
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I was always somehow searching for
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Someone who was waiting for me somewhere
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Perhaps if we mutually choose
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Different paths without meeting,
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Even so, inside of time that goes around,
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