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I brush the scent off of my side, and watch the lightning threaten us from way up high. |
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And the ocean breathed a salty gust of air. Three hundred miles from home and no one cares. |
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Adjust my eyes and just watch the sky, I'm waiting for some luck to arrive. And pray that God |
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will do his job, and save me from becoming what I'm not. |
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An empty bank account at last. The numbers burnt from our exhaust in the form of gas. And all the highways |
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buckled like an earthquake passed. I worry that these brakes just might not last. So adjust my eyes |
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and just watch the sky. I'm waiting for some luck to arrive. And pray that God will do his job, and |
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save me from becoming what I'm not. |
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I watched a few weeks of your life. Bad string of luck and then a family member died. But hope remains beneath |
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you all this time, it wakes you up and keeps you sleeping through the night. So adjust your eyes. Expense of time. |
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You're waiting for some luck to arrive, but you're scared to tell and you're scared of how. I've never seen you |
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lean on someone else. |
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And now you're left with all you've kept inside, adjust your eyes. (x2) |
