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I cut corners on the carpets now. |
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I danced quarters on the windowsill. |
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The summer left me to a different fate. |
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This drastic urge will take some time to find its weight. |
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I run head on into traffic in the afternoon. |
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I log the longest miles alone at night inside my room. |
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Where all directions lead right back to me; |
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all my ambitions swim like driftwood through |
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my dark sea of sleep. |
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And it'll take some time but the dawn will come, |
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yeah the tide will rise. |
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Her eyes swelled up in the bars of soft lights. I drank and |
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watched her laugh and then we sang out loud in the dying |
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streets. And I was so drunk my heart floated |
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like a feather in the breeze. |
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I got so high off all the blinking lights, |
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the colors painted in the night. |
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Midsummer Classic blue and gold- |
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Our City casts it's shadow. |
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The kettle boil heads for a roll. |
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Sundowning's never getting old. |
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And underneath this crooked moon |
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I can smell the night begin to bloom, |
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the northern wind will change again |
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and my geography will bend back and forth |
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across the map until I reach the end. |
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And it'll take some time. |
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But the dawn will come- |
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yeah the tide will rise. |
