| So I crawled down the stairs to the truth
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| That is sleeping alone, on a bed
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| The mosquito net weeping above
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| That lazy old truth, been lying there for weeks
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| So I throw myself on to the bed
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| Onto the mercy of the truth
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| Who is stirring and trying to cheer up the net
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| And afterwards me and I’m feeling weak
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| 'Cause I could go on, and on
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| Deluding myself
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| Waiting in the shadows
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| I am waiting for something else
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| To come along and put things in order
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| Meanwhile, I raise my hands above the water
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| Ready, I am in position
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| Just promise you’ll be here soon
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| So all of the people around
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| I don’t wanna grow old like them
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| Bracing, and grabbing too tight to not much
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| But I start feeling tired a little earlier each day
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| So I’m looking to re-arrange the dawn
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| To tidy up the order of events
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| And unwind every thread of regret
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| But take that away, and what is there left?
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| 'Cause I could go on, and on
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| Deluding myself
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| Waiting in the shadows
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| I am waiting for something else
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| To come along and put things in order
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| Meanwhile, I raise my hands above the water
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| Ready, I am in position
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| Just promise you’ll be here soon
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| From now on, I just know things will be different
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| See the waves?
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| They’re all nodding their agreement
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| If you promise you’ll be here soon |