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Two years since it snowed |
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The streets are slush and dirt |
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They bleed like strangers |
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When you first came home |
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There were seashells in your eyes |
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We took things real slow |
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But now, you've bought their bill of goods |
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It's the same old shit |
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'cept the end is quick |
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You seem to love it on your lips |
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If you could just stand up |
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We'd rise forever |
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Cul-de-sac |
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Better watch your back |
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My heart's a dead-end |
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All memory is cursed |
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The river use to freeze |
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We walked on thick ice |
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And rememberin' is worse |
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I've lived to save the dead |
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And not the livin' |
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Cul-de-sac |
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Better watch your back |
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My heart's a dead-end |
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Flint n' bone n' tin |
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Ya' started stut-te-rin' again |
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Knife prayers n' blistered nerves |
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The last words that you heard |
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As you loosened from the world |
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Can I get a witness? |
