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Bruises on feet that won't stop walking |
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Voices won't stop talking |
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They melt my eardrums to the brain |
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Exactly what they're saying, |
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I guess we'll know in time |
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And what for now? |
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I guess you're more than |
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I'll ever be |
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You always knew just how to walk |
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Unmarked, unloved away from everyone |
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Who's this? |
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Someone I can believe in |
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Someone to keep me feeling like |
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I'm heading the right way |
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And who I'm supposed to play, well |
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I guess I'll know in time |
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And what for now? |
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I guess you're more than |
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I'll ever be |
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You always knew just how to walk |
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Unmarked, unloved away from everyone |
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Now who's holding on to those old times |
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And to old loves that just aren't listening |
