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I spent it all |
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On the bag |
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On the drag |
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The sun comes up, the tide rolls out |
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The trucks roll by the park still a park |
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Where children play and pick up stones |
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Anything to make them feel less alone - he's alone |
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His mind is his own town where all his thoughts run aground |
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They fall all over and down |
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I spent it all |
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On the bag |
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On the drag |
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The sun comes down, the tide rolls back |
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We crawl our way back to the house we call home |
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He holds his home in the palm of his hand |
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And he says, and he says |
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You are my everyone, you are my anyone |
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You are my anytime, you are my every time y |
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You are my everywhere...anywhere... |