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sarabareilles


(Ha ha haa)
(Ha ha haa)
(Ha ha haa)

Waiting for the bus stop
Waiting for the concrete black top to settle down
Long enough for me to get off
And get a little ground
(Ha ha haa)
I’m ready for the sea change
Helpless felt this coming from a mile away
And now you’re looking at me babe,
And how we’ll separate if we can
'Cause I still count on one hand
The number of good men I know

It’s like I’m standing on the edge with just a telephone wire
Trying to get to you first to say the world’s on fire
Holding my breath until I know you’re alright
Because the water will only rise
When will you realize (ha ha haa)
You must become an island
(Ha ha haa) you must become an island
(Ha ha haa) you must become an island
(Ha ha haa) and see for yourself
That’s what I am

(Ha ha haa)

You always dirty up the windows
If you keep ‘em at bay that way no one’s gonna surprise you
By getting too close
Anybody but me though
You’ve made exceptions to you rules
And now we’re staring down truth
Neither one of us wants to know

It’s like I’m standing on the edge with just a telephone wire
Trying to get to you first to say the world’s on fire
Holding my breath until I know you’re alright
Because the water will only rise
When will you realize (ha ha haa)
You must become an island
(Ha ha haa) you must become an island
(Ha ha haa) you must become an island
(Ha ha haa) and see for yourself the horizon is all we have
See for yourself the horizon is all we have

(Ha ha haa)
(Ha ha haa)

Holding my breath until I know you’re alright
Because the water will only rise
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written by BAREILLES, SARA / HALES, MATT
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