Nothing like you wish you were,
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Your name is the only thing you're really sure of,
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Sitting on the wrong side of 25.
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You keep your problems buried oh so deep
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Then wonder why you wake up crying,
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At least the pain means you're alive.
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Cause it's been months and you've had time
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To face what you've been running from, running from
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Yeah it's been months and you can't find
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A reason why you're holding on, holding on.
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Before you went away you said you thought
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You'd try your hand at being a writer,
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After all could it really be
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Worse than waking up on Tuesday mornings
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to sign away your pride for money?
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At least you'd have your dignity
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Yet all the while your mind is drifting back
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To all those nights when you were happy,
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Or at least you thought you were.
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But nothing here can take away the years you wasted
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Thinking you weren't lonely,
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Or alone if you prefer
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Cause it's been months and you've had time
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To face what you've been running from, running from
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Yeah it's been months and you can't find
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A reason why you're holding on, holding on.
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If all you wanted was somebody to hear you out,
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To chase away the empty nights of fear and doubts.
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Running away won't answer any of your prayers,
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But you're praying, yeah you're praying.
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But who are you praying to?
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Is it the God you stopped believing it when he abandoned you?
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Cause it's been months and you've had time
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To face what you've been running from, running from
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Yeah it's been months and you can't find
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A reason why you're holding on.
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But you're praying, yeah you're praying.
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But you're praying, yeah you're praying.
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But you're praying, yeah you're praying.
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But you're praying, yeah you're praying.
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But you're praying.
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Tuesday People
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Deaf Havana |