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The sentences were traps |
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The words were not attached |
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Once you got to listening, |
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The meaning would collapse. |
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Things will change. |
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I'll adapt. |
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Knee swoll up by the side of the road. |
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I wanna close my eyes, |
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Gonna lie in a hole. |
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Dying in the streets for performance art |
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While all the foreigners and the tourists watch. |
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Come on man you remember me. |
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I had a hit song last century. |
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I guess it wasn't really meant to be. |
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Don't lecture me 'bout destiny. |
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A Million little tiny shards |
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Glow beneath the shining stars. |
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They don't really know me, |
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But they hold me in such high regard. |
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The sentences were traps |
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The words were not attached |
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Once you got to listening, |
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The meaning would collapse. |
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Things will change. |
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I'll adapt. |
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Finish my drink and left the bar, |
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Jumped the curb, wrecked the car. |
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Oh my friend what a mess you are. |
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Well I guess that goes in my repertoire. |
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Come on, it's only been a year or so. |
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Maybe it's more like years ago. |
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I don't want to get all spiritual, |
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But I do believe in miracles. |
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A Million little tiny shards |
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Glow beneath the shining stars. |
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They don't really know me, |
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But they hold me in such high regard. |
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I feel no connection |
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To your heroes and henchmen. |
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All the things I'm sorry for, |
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Fifty, sixty, probably more. |
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A million little tiny shards |
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Glow beneath the shining stars. |
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They don't really know me, |
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But they hold me in such high regard. |
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The sentences were traps |
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The words were not attached |
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Once you got to listening, |
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The meaning would collapse. |
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Things will change. |
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I'll adapt. |
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Now I'll never ever leave on time. |
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I'll be waiting out front by the neon sign. |
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Come on baby, it'll be alright, |
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Waiting out front by the neon sign. |
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Nobody ever ever leaves on time, |
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Waiting out front by the neon sign, |
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Come on baby, it'll be alright, |
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Waiting out front for the neon sign. |
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Tell me where I know you from, |
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Another little girl got old too young. |
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Baby, where I know you from? |
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You're just another little girl who got old too young. |
