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My weekend somehow doesn't feel like a waste.
-There are moments when I know it
And the world revolves around us
And we're keeping it all going
This delicate balance
Vulnerable, all knowing
Sing like you think no one's listening
You would kill for this, just a little bit
Just a little bit, you would kill for this
Sing me something soft, sad, and delicate
Or loud and out of key
Sing me anything
We're glad for what we've got
Done with what we've lost
Our whole lives laid out right in front of us
Sing like you think no one's listening
You would kill for this, just a little bit
You would..-