I don't know where we stand anymore
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We have cordial conversations
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Don't know why I feel I'm faking something
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I don't know what to do with my hands anymore
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Feels exactly like it was
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But at the same time it feels so different
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If we were standing in the same room
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Would we be in separate corners?
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Would I actively avoid you?
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If we were standing in the same room
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Would you find a little window and finally make your move?
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Would it feel like it felt when we had nothing to lose?
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Or would everything have changed
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Like it tends to do?
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I've been standing in the same room
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People enter one by one
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And I've stopped hoping they'll be you
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I've been standing in the same room
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You don't visit anymore
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But you showed up before the move
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I can't tell if it felt like we had nothing to lose
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Or if everything has changed
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Like it tends to do?
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