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There are stories in the soil, loose leaves cover the ground |
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There's volumes in the forest, no one reads out loud |
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If I could take them down off of that mountain shelf |
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We used to climb but no one tries to go up that far now yeah |
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We're all too busy working, entertaining ourselves |
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Forty hours television and prescription pills |
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Well I take two a day to make my brain behave |
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It never does but who's to say at least my doctor gets paid |
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So that's fine, yeah come by we'll take the afternoon off |
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We can kiss and undress or if you want just talk |
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Cause I've got nothing real, just empty space to fill |
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And you're my girl I like your style just imagine all the time we could kill |
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And time's not poison but once you drink it all you'll die |
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So let's just sip it real slow |
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Yeah we can nurse it all night |
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Try to believe that once it's gone |
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We'll pour another round and come back to life |
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Come right back |
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I guess I'm moving faster now or that's what they said |
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And though some days still take forever I can't disagree |
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Because it seems to me that I wake up and sleep |
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Look in the mirror have no idea what happened in between |
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But I remember counting days down 'til the year could be done |
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So I could scatter all my notebooks on the prep school lawn |
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And disappear again into a summer's bliss |
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Of staying out sleeping in and getting drunk with my friends |
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That's gone and I know that it won't ever come back |
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I accept I won't cling to what I had in the past |
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But life's a slippery slope, regret's the steepest hill |
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Hope for the best, plan for the worst and maybe wind up somewhere |
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In the middle |
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And I'm not saying that I know what I want |
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But I know what I don't, don't want to rot in my room |
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And never know what could have been |
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Believe what everyone else tells me is true |
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Yeah, they say 'true' |
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That's what they say |