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"The last place I want to be is home" |
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Is what they all say, |
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They say it like they know |
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But every road leads home, |
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And every exit takes somewhere I don't know |
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And every city says it's burnt itself out, |
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Everybody wants to be more than a face in the crowd |
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Pull me out from beneath |
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Concrete paths and fallen leaves, |
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You can lay here in the moss |
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Choose to fall in line, |
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I've been laying in the dark |
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Think I'll be just fine |
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Pull me out from beneath |
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Wasted time and stressful weeks, |
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You can lay here in the moss |
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I will bide my time, |
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Cause I've been laying in the dark |
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Trying to get things right |
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And it tears me apart |
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How we knew from the start of the year |
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These would be our last days |
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But what makes you think that your ship won't sink? |
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You can run, but inside it will feel the same |
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Inside it will feel the same |
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Don't let it keep you awake |
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Don't let it tear you apart at the seams |
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And you will find a piece of mind underneath the doubt |
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The light will dim and we will grow but it won't burn out |
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Don't let the weight on your shoulders drag you down |
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Just let me know the next time you're back in town |