KUK

A beating heart and a microphone, a ticking clock in an empty home
Still tells of these times so long ago, and even though Ive come so far, I know
I've got so far to go, and any day now I’ll explode

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I count the times that Ive been sorry
Now my compassion slowly drowns
If there’s a time these walls could guard you
Then let that time be right now

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Am I loud and clear or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, are we just getting more lost?

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If love is a labor I’ll slave ’til the end
I won’t cross these streets until you hold my hand

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