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    I pace the floors this empty house
    Compare its content to myself
    The phone keeps ringing
    I know they could never help
    Sometimes its worse to have the time
    Then never have it for yourself
    I wish I knew you half as much as I can tell

    And why does the road I want not comfort me?
    My minds always racing down some other street

    We cut that conversation short
    Before it starts all that again
    Maybe we ought to get it over with
    We're scared that we could end it
    We count on nothing we don't fear
    Its sad to think that theres no guarantees at all
    No guarantees at all

    And why does the road I walk not comfort me?
    My minds always racing down some other street
    And why does the road I walk not comfort me?
    My hearts always racing, it nearly stoped
    When the lights turned red it started to break
    There was a crash ahead

    We pace the floors this empty house
    Compare its content to ourselfs And every step I left you down
    We cut that conversation short
    Before it starts all that again, again, again

    I pace the floors this empty house
    Compare its content to myself
    The phone keeps ringing
    I know, I know, I know, I know

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