Lying down on the pavement, so happy
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seeming to be in balance, but how could that be
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really I must be jealous, don’t tell me
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I just gotta leave the broken pieces or it’ll be the death of me
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Six long years and seven heartbreaks
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broken strings and countless outtakes, why?
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never thought that I would follow through
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got a working title somewhere
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and I know one day I’ll get there, I’m
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grasping here
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I’m looking out for a simple kind of true
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don’t know what I am waiting for
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I’m holding out for a simple kind of true
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at least some kind of a metaphor
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It’s simple, simple and it’s true
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we got much to do
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no excuses they’re just useless
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we’ve got much to do
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I’d say you hung the moon if they ask me
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you help me so the plot won’t get past me
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sometimes the obvious cannot be seen
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at least not by me
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[Chorus]
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Remember all of the times
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when we couldn’t make up our minds
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hours and years disappear
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Simple True
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