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Framed hands make the moon come down
I'm sick of my plans
Tired of waiting around
I can't try cos i know that you need somebody tonight
Something to lose
I'm waiting for a sign
Something to lose
You're always looking down from a picture frame
It's sickening how we just get in each other's way
I can't be shocked like i was before
So don't throw your rocks at my window no more
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