(originally by Lisa Mitchell)
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You'll go n I'll be okay,
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I can dream the rest away
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Its just a little touch of fate, it will be okay
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It sure takes its precious time, but it's got rights and so have I
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I turn my head up to the sky
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I focus one thought at a time
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I do not let the little thieves under my tightly buttoned sleeves
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You couldn't be alone, the time I feel like I am walking blind
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I have no where I'll have time
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There are no legible signs [x2]
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I like the way that you talk,
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I like the way that you walk.
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It's hard to recreate such an individual game
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You wait you turn in the queue,
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You say your sorries and thank you's
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I don't think you're ever
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A hundred percent in the room
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You're not in the room [x2]
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Deepest, of the dark nights
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here lies, the highest of highs
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Neopolitan Dreams, stretching out to the sea
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You wait you turn in the queue,
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You say your sorries and thank yous
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I don't think you're ever
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A hundred percent in the room
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You're not in the room [x2]
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Neopolitan Dreams
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| Lena Meyer-Landrut |
