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they can't be talking about me |
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this isn't real |
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how can i stop the nothing? |
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i'm just a little girl |
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three thousand miles between most of your friends |
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and you wish they could meet they have so much in common |
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and you can't believe that you are in portland |
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with your good friend from new york on vacation |
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the world it is shrinking, pathways intertwining |
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some of it's planning a lot of it's timing |
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suddenly face to face with jake and jack |
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you ask them to sing you their songs back to back |
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jack says "i'm alone but i'm not scared" |
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then jake says "i am alone but not afraid" |
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i wish i could be that brave |
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but the second person's always in the way |
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i tried to hide you |
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where no one could find you |
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but you were a baby and i was a little girl |
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they caught us and brought us back to their world |
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that's when i decided the only place i could hide |
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was in the stories and dreams in the seams of my mind |
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i was so busy dreaming, running from demons |
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i didn't even hear you screaming |
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yesterday you got an email from prague |
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that said me and my friends think your band really rocks |
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you can't believe it's all really real |
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you don't know what to say, you don't know how to feel |
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you think it's a joke just like in the sixth grade |
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when nick asked you out then he laffed in your face |
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you prepare for the worst when you go out on stage |
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you block out the crowd, you dissociate |
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the music's your blood and the words are your breath |
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you sing and you sing like it's all there is left |
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rock-a-bye baby, beautiful thing |
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don't ever, ever let them clip your wings |
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when the best and the worst coexist there's a fist fight |
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between what's left and the right of way |
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i hope you believe me when i say |
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things will get better give it one more day |
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it's hard to sleep when the lullabys are songs |
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you don't want to miss you could listen all night long |
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and you can't believe that you are in texas |
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and jeff lightning lewis is sitting right next to you |
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singing the song about the three quarter moon |
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you squint your eyes and look inside you |
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and the fractions and fragments all become whole |
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the music erases the pain in your soul |
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the tears in your brain that your memory saved |
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evaporate and skate away |
