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Brown grass and peeling paint |
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Dirty glass of lemonade |
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And your back's about to break |
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Cause it's more than you can take |
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Is that what you were talking to Jesus about? |
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All those things you can't figure out |
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You've been chasing those dreams for so long now |
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But your devotion turns to doubt |
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And the people you hoped you would meet |
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But you're still here with me |
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When you lay down by my side |
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When the lights are all out |
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You've got no corners where you can hide |
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Especially from yourself |
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And you kiss like a corpse |
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And you smile like a crow |
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And my threads are too short |
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When your wounds are exposed |
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And the places you hoped you would see |
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But you're still here with me |
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And I sleep with your ghost |
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The dotted outline of what you were |
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But what I miss most |
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Is when you'd draw near |
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Cause this house would rattle and shake |
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When we'd stay up late |
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And the grass was green and the glasses were clean |
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And these walls were covered with brand new white paint |
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And the person you thought you'd be |
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But you're still here with me |
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You're still here with me |
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But you're still here with me |
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But you're still here with me |
