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Getting sick of starting over |
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On the same |
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Argument |
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We could sit around and talk it over |
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Or take a trip |
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To clear our minds |
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At the entrance of Mount Wilson |
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It's feeling like the right decision |
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Some times you go outside |
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To get inside |
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If I could only hear you say |
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That you are down but you're ok |
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We should have said the things we felt |
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Is it too late |
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Park the car and hit the trail |
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The air feels sharp |
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On our skin |
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We'll see the snow as it is melting |
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Spring must be on |
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Her way again |
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We didn't see her coming for us |
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I guess that's mother nature's way |
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Sometimes you go outside |
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To get inside |
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If I could only hear you say |
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That you are down but you're ok |
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We should have said the things we felt |
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Is it too late |
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Trapped beneath the wall of snow |
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You're only ten |
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Feet away |
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Silence has a way of speaking |
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Only now |
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Do we understand |
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If I could only hear you say |
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That you are down but you're ok |
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We should have said the things we felt |
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Is it too late |
