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I've got skin like birch bark |
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You can peel me off and lose me to the wind |
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I guess it's too late to protect myself from this |
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It feels like I've been driving north |
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It's getting colder by the mile |
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And at this rate I'll be buried in snow in no time at all |
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But you've been building these walls for a long time |
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It's not that I didn't know but you'd flash me another smile |
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As you'd lay another stone |
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And I still fall for that |
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I still fall for that one every time |
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This is all that's left |
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Just these sad sad songs |
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If you're going to go your way |
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I guess I'll carry myself along |
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Could you build me a guardrail |
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To keep me from falling off of the ledge? |
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Or throw me a rope and pull me out of this? |
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Could you sew me a flag to remind me |
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Where I stand without you it's easy to forget |
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And this is all that's left |
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Just these sad sad songs |
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If you're going to go your way |
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I guess I'll carry myself along |
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Well I've been taking long drives with the music too loud |
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I've been dragging my feet over this February ground |
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And I've been talking to strangers at the local bars |
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And I wish they were you |
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You know it just brings me down |
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Tell me a joke or two I could use one now |
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Because I've got skin like birch bark |
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You can peel me off and lose me to the wind |
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I guess it's too late to protect myself from this |
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And this is all that's left |
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Just these sad sad songs |
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If you're going to go your way |
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I guess I'll carry myself along |
