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Talking 'bout things we've seen
Paris to Oslo seem like dreams
Looking back, was it real?
You know how things sometimes feel
You can run but you can get no further than
Three city blocks from where you began
Caught in a wasted state of mind

Here you come, here you come
Now you're gone
Where will it take me?
Why am I waiting?

Caught in a stasis, feel like I've wasted all this time
With people and places who've never related or desired
Talking 'bout things we've seen   Paris to Oslo seem like dreams   Looking back, was it real?   You know how things sometimes feel   You can run but you can get no further than   Three city blocks from where you began   Caught in a wasted state of mind      Here you come, here you come   Now you're gone   Where will it take me?   Why am I waiting?      Caught in a stasis, feel like I've wasted all this time   With people and places who've never related or desired