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The first whiteness unfolds. |
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One look out the window and your sold |
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Muffled sound as we rolled around |
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and a nearby refuge from the cold |
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Where your brother had transformed the bed |
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into a ship that could keep you safe |
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But the boy beneath the sheets tonight |
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is hard to recognize |
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with a head that fills with words that kill |
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when you run out of things to talk about. |
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Leaning back on the curb |
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outside her parents house in the suburbs |
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Her first love was a hopeful one |
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and you were starry-eyed till the Earth had turned |
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But you were the first born son |
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of a marriage of hit and run |
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So ever since you've searched for things |
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you could easily derail |
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And they did of course |
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when you shut those doors |
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Is it strange they never understood at all |
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No you were so hard to get |
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And all you see now are their silhouettes |
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As you keep your pace through the cityscape |
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and its' picture perfect snow |
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While the starlit night and city lights |
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are fighting to let you know |
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that the innocence yeah it was well spent |
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but it's time to let it go |
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'Cause you've got a sharper pen and the best of friends |
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So what is there to cry about |
