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See i'm leaving |
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This warehouse frightens me |
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Has me tied up in knots |
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Can't rest for a moment |
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Soom i'm going i'm slippin' slow away |
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Hoping to find something better than |
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I've got inside of here |
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The warehouse slips away |
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Hey reckless mind |
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Don't throw away your playful beginning |
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You and i will fumble around in the touches |
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And be sure to |
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Leave all the lights on |
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So we can see the black cat changing colors |
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And we can walk under the ladders |
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And swim as the tide turns you around and around |
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Hey we have found |
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Becoming one in a million |
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Slip into the crowd |
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This question if found in a gap in the sidewalk |
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Dave Matthews Band |
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Keep al lyour sights on |
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He the black cat changing colors |
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And you can walk under ladders |
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And swim as the tide choose to turn you |
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And here is it |
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Life goes on, end of tunnel, tv set |
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Spot in the middle |
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State fade, statistical bit |
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And soon i'll fade away, i'll fade away |
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This i admit |
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Taste so good, hard to believe an end to it |
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Smell touch feel |
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How could this rhythm ever quit |
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Bags packed on a plane |
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Hopefully to heaven |
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Shut up i'm thinking |
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I had a clue now it's gone forever |
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Sitting over these bones |
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You can read in whatever you're needing to |
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Keep all your sights on |
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Yeah man, the black cat |
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Changing colors |
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When it's not the colors that matter |
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But that they'll all fade away |
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Seems so good |
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Hard to believe an end to it |
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Warehouse is bare |
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Nothing at all inside of it |
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Walls and halls have disappeared |
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My love i love to stay here |
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My love i love to stay here |
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In a corner was wondering |
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If a change could be better than this |
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And then i worry |
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Maybe things won't be better than they have been |
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Here in the warehouse |
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At the warehouse |
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How i love to stay here |
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At the warehouse |
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Every man and woman |
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Get alive |
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That's our blood down there |
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Seems poured from the hands of angels |
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But trickle into the ground |
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Leaves the warehouse bare and empty |
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My heart's numbered beat |
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Still echoe in this empty room |
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Fear wells in me |
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But nothing seems enough to defend |
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So i am going away |