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There's solace in the parking lot |
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Smoke drifting from my fingers up over the moon |
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Inhale, exhale, let go |
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That summer I learned to roll my own |
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Taking all the punches like a pro |
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And all of this time the distance wasn't nearly enough |
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The old bed was miles deep |
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The first signs came in your sleep, in your shallow breath |
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Inhale, exhale, let go |
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Never been much of a smoker but sometimes you try |
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Push harder, further |
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And all of our plans are hopes at best |
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Let it go |
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My feet ankle deep, it's warmer than all year |
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And all of our plans were hopes right here. |
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We used to live here when the sun was still young but now there's just old light that takes forever to reach our eyes. |
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Mark the spot where you lost your way, trace the steps, recall the words |
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Let the echoes guide you back |
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The waters used to flow higher here |