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Let the lit cigarette to your lips when it fits |
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Like the wound to your heart that it loathes |
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'Cause it wasn't always broke |
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Holding on so long to something that it loves |
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Like the hole in the yard that we dug so far |
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Then we left for so long and forgot |
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'Cause the grass had grown so tall |
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Erasing all we thought |
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When I get close I fall |
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You say, life has got you down |
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Steady course, we're breaking out |
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This isn't what you thought it was |
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I should have known this from the start |
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Hiked 20 miles of catacombs |
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And now you're with me in my heart |
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Looking on so far |
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Saying, "There, I've got you now." |
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It's the goals in your mind that you left behind |
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From the glass, he's a crutch on the path to always losing touch |
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If you blur it just enough, you might see what you want |
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Now the dirt from the yard blew away so far, |
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Growing more each day 'til we saw |
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It became a mountain range and I just stared and blinked, |
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Wishing I could change |
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Say, life has got you down |
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Set a course, you're breaking out |
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Find the will to make it now |
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Before our time runs out |
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Oh, you didn't want to go. |
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Been holding on so long. |
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And now I know you'll make it. |
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This isn't what you thought it was. |
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I should have known this from the start. |
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Hiked twenty miles of catacombs. |
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And now you're with me in my heart. |
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Looking on so far |
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Saying, "There, I've got you now." |
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Ohhh... |
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Why'd you have to go? |
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And why'd I wait so long? |
