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words away |
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don't hold back with what you say |
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you're speaking louder than you ever thought you could before |
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darker day |
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move away |
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to bigger cities where you hide with everything you hate |
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and roads walk |
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people talk |
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you're moving slower than you ever thought you could before |
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and pleasant things |
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like birds that sing |
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are staying quiet 'cause they're tired of the old songs |
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will you write something new |
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will you find another town to travel to |
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will you miss me when I'm gone, gone, gone |
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when everything's leaving |
