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When I was the one with the ruined look |
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Clustering around my face and |
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Every last corner of the day was bruised and gray |
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Who drove tired in the rain |
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Just to dump my gin down the drain |
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Arguing me back from the ledge, I can still hear you say |
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Every single thing is bound to come and go |
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Woah, everything collides |
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And the rain starts falling down |
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It's a longshot longshot |
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But underdogs don't drown |
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Woah, step into the bullets |
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But never touch ground |
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It's a longshot longshot |
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But we won't be shot down |
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So who's this with the car collision ache and the very last dime |
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telling me they can't keep guard one more blood night |
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Don't you know I am coming |
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With the Lucky Strikes and something you used to say |
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Now tell me if I got it right |
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Every single thing is bound to come and go |
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So people do weird things to each other |
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That the consolation book doesn't cover |
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And if this night's been practicing you |
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In a page of rain on the old war wound |
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Flatline blue and the taste of loss |
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Call me, I'll wade the tides with you boss |
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We will take this flood apart |
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And drag this lake for its watery heart |