Darling come home, I never wanted you to go,
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I thought this space would make me grow,
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But I¡¯m not happy yet,
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Darling, I¡¯m bored; I don¡¯t hear voices anymore,
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I was content to be ignored,
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And I¡¯m not happy yet,
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There¡¯s too much in your life to fear,
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There¡¯s too much in your life to ever know what living feels like,
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Darling, come home, I over rated this alone,
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Intrepid start, but now it shows,
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That I¡¯m not happy yet,
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¡®Cos there¡¯s too much in your life to fear,
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There¡¯s too much in your life, for real,
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There¡¯s too much in your life,
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To ever know what living feels like,
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In there somewhere, the myth of a
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Soul in torment, one year too old,
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But there you are, there you are, in the lead, in the lead,
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Going faster, going faster, than you need,
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But there is smoke in the background, hope in the background.
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Too Much In Your Life
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Delays |