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The shadow on the bottles |
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What scared me was something awful as a kid |
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I feared how it'll hurt it |
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I found the home in places that I hid |
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I teared it down and run away |
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I've never found my getaway |
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Outside there's a loser, |
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the time you thought you turned it all around |
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I remember how you used to think |
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You could sell the jenney thing you found |
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You knew it then, you know it now |
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The rattled change still rattles loud |
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And all those years are moving |
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I were slowly losing all my names |
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No matter what I ruined |
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You couldn't owe the candle to the pain |
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My tears are real, and on my own, |
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I pour them there all along |
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The soft road of the water |
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reminds me of my father's party words |
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"Son, how don't you pother, |
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looking for your place out in the world?" |
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The title wrote through the ways, |
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"Son you'll find your getaway." |
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