| My life’s been a riddle
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| It’s so, so fickle
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| I’m close to letting it go
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| Constant state of confusion
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| What’s real? |
| What’s an illusion?
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| Hours fall and I’m all alone
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| But when we talk in the middle
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| In the middle of the night
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| Oh, we get closer every time
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| But when we meet in the middle
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| I feel the clarity rise
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| Oh, it moves over, straight from your eyes
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| Your blue eyes forever, oh
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| Your blue eyes forever, oh
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| I’m weird, over-defensive
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| I’m sick of their opinions
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| Too close to running away
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| Draining all my ambition
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| When I shout, nobody listens
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| They don’t hear what I’m tryna say
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| But when we talk in the middle
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| In the middle of the night
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| Oh, we get closer every time
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| But when we meet in the middle
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| I feel the clarity rise
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| Oh, it moves over, straight from your eyes
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| Your blue eyes forever, oh
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| Your blue eyes forever, oh
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| Your blue eyes forever, oh
|
| Your blue eyes forever, oh
|
| But when we talk in the middle
|
| In the middle of the night
|
| Oh, we get closer every time
|
| But when we meet in the middle
|
| I feel the clarity rise
|
| Oh, it moves over, straight from your eyes
|
| Your blue eyes forever, oh
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| Your blue eyes forever, oh
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| Your blue eyes forever, oh
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| Your blue eyes forever, oh |