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I still have your painting |
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It's set on my wall |
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And is the man behind you |
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Screaming come on home? |
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Will you come home? |
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And if I only hurt you |
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Why sit in the winter cold with me for company? |
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For I am just a black cloud |
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Don't you know you gut will let you down. |
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And you still ask why |
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We all day we are tired of feeling low |
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We tired being low |
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Destroy a head but your your own |
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But if we make it to see morning coffee |
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I swear you'll find answer yeah I swear you'll find an answer |
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I can see your father |
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Painted in the sky |
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No there was not an artist |
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Not even a last goodbye |
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So he longs to hear the words that will make you feel much better still what's better |
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Still i the cross you lay upon will say that i knew your gut would let you down |
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We all day we are tired of feeling low |
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We tired being low |
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Destroy a head but your your own |
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But if we make it to see morning coffee |
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I swear you'll find answer yeah I swear you'll find an answer |
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We'll find hope |
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There is a crisis in the slow lane |
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Are you figuring life out |
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You will miss the point of the question of where you are |
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WE ALL SAY |
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WE ARE TIRED OF FEELING LOW |
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TIRED BEING ALONE |
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DESTORY A HEAD BUT NOT |
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WE ALL SAY |
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WE ARE TIRED OF FEELING LOW |
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TIRED BEING ALONE |
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DESTORY A HEAD BUT NOT |
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YOUR OWN |
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AND IF WE MAKE IT TO SEE MORNING COFFEE |
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THEN I SWEAR YOU'LL FIND AND ANSWER |
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YEAH I SWEAR YOU'LL FIND AN ANSWER |
