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I'm looking for a crack in the door |
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A way to travel back to how we were before |
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But time travel isn't what it used to be |
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And you're stuck staring at these portraits of you and me |
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Portraits from before the war |
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Before the smoky clouds rolled in and left us |
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Soot-stained and brought the wolves to your door |
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And now you're out drinking with them |
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But I see no happiness in that crowd's crooked grin |
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Come back to the fire, it's not so bad |
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And difficult regrets are easily had |
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Like all goodwill, this was a fad |
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Yeah, this was a fad |
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We waste a lot of things around here |
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We waste a lot of things around here |
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Well these are cheap tears |
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Now I'm looking for a crack in the door |
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Stuffing it with blankets and winter clothes |
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That you won't wear anymore |
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Saying 'Stoke the stove, you lazy one' |
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Feed it with with molding and with the floor |
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Let the neighbors see the naked body they've been asking for |
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'Cause maybe then we'll see it too |
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And rewrite our own history |
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Solve the heart and cure the flu |
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And paint a brand-new portrait of you and me |
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You know, one rusty rain and all your flowers go bad |
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And difficult regrets are easily had |
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Like all goodwill, this was a fad |
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Yeah, this was a fad |
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We waste a lot of things around here |
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We waste a lot of things around here |
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Well these are cheap tears |
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We waste a lot of things around here |
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Well these are cheap tears |
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We waste a lot of things around here |
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We waste a lot of things around here |
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We waste a lot of things around here |
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We waste a lot of things around here |
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We waste a lot of things around here |
