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I look at you, it hurts, I can't deny that |
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It makes all the blood and bones melt right out of |
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My knees when you speak, a picture so perfect |
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It's framed with the moon, your face and eucalyptus trees |
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All of the streetlights are broken tonight |
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All of the streetlights are broken, they're broken |
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All of the streetlights are broken tonight |
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All of the streetlights are broken, I'm broken down |
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So let me go with you |
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I get through days finding ways to feel alright |
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Be the tape and glue that holds me up |
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Want to know where you go when you're not |
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Lighting up the night |
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Taking lows to drunken heights |
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I can't go home |
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I grin a crescent moon, it lights the road in |
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A dead valley town, you say can't imagine |
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My days playing out here, lawns are so perfect |
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But you'd be amazed, you can end up here lots of ways |
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So let me go with you |
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I get through days finding ways to feel alright |
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Be the tape and glue that holds me up |
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Settled in, poured our hearts out on the floor |
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Sat on 10th and Grand |
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I saw a bum leaning up against a door |
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As we passed him by, my only thought |
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Could be you, could be me, we've still got time |
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April 1 |
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And the ground has just thawed out |
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The white got black |
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I pray for rain and an end to March's drought |
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Tell the ceiling cracks, we're the same, we got tired of fighting |
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Slept it off and I woke up writing |
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Places I've been, the people I've known |
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Capped the pen, grabbed my bag, and headed home |
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Bottle days so they spill out into night |
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Scattered thoughts on a page, polluting white |
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I find myself in the kitchen, aim for a couple barks that bite |
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I scratched your name but nothing came |