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My real estate |
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My life is dull |
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And dried up like the sound |
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A voice makes when the heart grows cold |
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And it's going that way |
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I think I'll move out of state |
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Somewhere far from Seattle city lights |
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They burn my eyes |
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California sounds nice but California's a lie |
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Maybe I'm out of luck or maybe I'm just blind |
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All this time |
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Rain on my hopes |
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Rain on my soul |
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Rain on everything that I know |
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It feels so ludicrous |
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The pursuit of this dream |
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We thought we'd be there long ago |
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My life is like a rolling river |
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So muddy and absurd |
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And although I might be mistaken |
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I know that I'll be heard |
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And I find the second I try to pull away |
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I'm thrown back in line |
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All this time |
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Rain on my hopes |
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Rain on my soul |
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Rain on everything that I know |
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It feels so ludicrous |
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The pursuit of this dream |
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We thought we'd be there long ago |
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Rain on my hopes |
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Rain on my soul |
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Rain on everything that I know |
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It feels so ludicrous |
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The pursuit of this dream |
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We thought we'd be there long ago |
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And we are looking for the same thing. The same thing |
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Seattle is calling me back home, back home |
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Rain on my hopes |
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Rain on my soul |
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Rain on everything that I know |
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It feels so ludicrous |
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The pursuit of this dream |
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We thought we'd be there long ago |
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Rain on my hopes |
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Rain on my soul |
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Rain on everything that I know |
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It feels so ludicrous |
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The pursuit of this dream |
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We thought we'd be there long ago |
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Whoa, whoa |
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Whoa, whoa |
