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Oh, carve your name in a tree |
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Or just run your fingers through wet concrete, yeah |
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Leave a mark, a mark worth leaving |
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What's self with, the moment's fleeting |
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Oh, carve your name in a tree |
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Or just run your fingers through wet concrete, yeah |
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Leave a mark, a mark worth leaving |
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What's self with, the moment's fleeting |
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The sand runs through your fingers |
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It's gone but the feeling lingers |
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Oh, I've been out in a street |
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Mixed with sleep paralysis I can't scream, no |
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But I can't watch, can't watch them leaving |
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I wake up and wind up leaving |
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Who knows where these dreams come from |
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I know what I can't become |
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Hold my hand wherever you are, oh oh |
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Take me there, no matter how far out we'll go |
