I would say your words are the kindness of dreams,
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covering up all the lies.
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You're a crafty one.
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I turned a cold shoulder to you as you left on your journey
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and asked, "Will you fight it alone?"
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I'm crafty too.
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"I'll be back." you said as you passed me by
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I stuck to my pride, and acted strong.
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Should I have turned back time and cried out
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Or teared up, and said "Don't go!"?
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Now I could do that, and so much more.
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I'll send these 1000 words I couldn't say
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to your back, so far away
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and make them into wings.
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These 1000 words will draw close
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to your wounded back and hold you.
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My dream goes on, as I think of you
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pretending to forget what happened that day
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I'm so dishonest.*1
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You avoided my glance saying "I'll write to you"
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I stuck to my pride, and acted strong
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Should I have turned back time and gotten angry?
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Or slumped my shoulders and said "I won't wait"
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Now I could do that, and so much more.
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Can you hear?
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I'll send these 1000 words I couldn't say
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to your back out of my sight,
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and make them into wings.
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Do you hear
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These 1000 words will pull close
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to your tired back and hold you
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The 1000 words I couldn't say
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La la la la
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I'll send to your back
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and make them into wings
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Can you hear me
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These 1000 words
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La la la la
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pulling close to you
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La la la la
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1000 (Original Mix)
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Koda Kumi |