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Talking about family |
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Talking about trees |
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Driving through the tracks and cones |
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Brings a bitter boy to his knees |
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Wrap him up in coattails |
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Water soaked in pine |
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Each time we come back around |
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He's wandering off and cluttering minds |
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Weld it up |
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Taking the long talk home and my arms start grating my mind is shaken |
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We walk it off |
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Taking the long talk home my legs start grating |
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My mind is shaking it off |
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Golden silence courted |
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Bread and cheese with wine |
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We've won it and |
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We'll horde it |
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This silence in our lines |
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Wake me up and roll me out |
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Before I get to running up twice |
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Talking over family |
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Talking over trees |
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We'll talk about the bad blood |
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Let's talk about the thieves |
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Don't wake me because |
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I'm nervous |
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And I've been falling down |
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Don't take her for a goddess |
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That's not how goddess sounds |
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We'll make them all return it |
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When the time is right |
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And call them to the borders cause the war has come |
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I've been sunken from long ago |
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Your head is right and your body knows you're over faith and you're over time |
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You're over fate and you're over lines |
