Punch

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I wasted time to find you in the line of love
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Just so you could learn how to hide
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'Cause we're finding answers now and screening evidence
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That just doesn't add up to your innocence and it's wearing this case thin
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You say this scene is all surreal and I cannot find just how to feel 'Cause my dream just died 
and
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I want to run but my feet get in the way of the getaway that day
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If I could know, well I tried to know
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But defeat grabs me and it's hard to realise just where to go
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I know I should have shown charisma but at a loss for words

We flew like birds without looking where to go
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This scene is all surreal and I cannot find just how to feel because my dream just died
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And I want to run but my feet get in the way of the getaway that day

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[Verse 2]
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She left here what a sight:
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"What the fuck is it I'm trying to please you"
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Sweetheart says
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We don't pick our loves, we just pick our paths
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Photographed, watch her side
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We don't collect evidence for a reason
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Trade insides so we could pick our lives
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When we could just pick our paths
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Sweetheart says
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We don't pick our loves, we just pick our paths
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Trade insides, watching blow by blow for letting things go

[Verse 3]
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I crawled into your thoughts

And through your mind
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To gather essential pieces again

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[Chorus]
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This scene is all surreal and I cannot find just how to feel 'cause my dream just died
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And I want to run but my feet get in the way of the getaway that day

This scene is all surreal and I cannot find just how to feel 'cause my dream just died
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And I want to run but my feet get in the way of the getaway that day

[Verse 4]
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Sweetheart says
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We don't pick our loves, we just pick our paths
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Trade insides, watching blow by blow for letting fly by
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Keep eyes wide, I'm watching from windows

And keeping tabs on all those lies
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Watching from windows for letting things go