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Pinching pennies as saviors and casting horseshoes. |
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On the open road the bell jar broke, the storm starting blowing right through. |
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It cast my life into orbit, now the world is split in two. |
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Back home, in a boarded market, stained glass scattered in the room |
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The shopkeeper swept the leaves into the street with a broom. |
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Every exit was brilliant on this fault line. |
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Every goodbye, advice worth taking but I never tried. |
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Every twist was a reason to bring you with me but not this time. |
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All that mattered was up those narrow stairs. |
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Through the darkness, past the girl trapped in the mirror. |
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I know there's cardboard boxes suspending time in air. |
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Back home in your apartment you waited for the rain. |
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The shopkeeper bound the wreckage with a chain and walked away. |