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I was doing fine missin' the marks, missin' the lines |
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And the days I would catch myself from fallin' |
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You wanted all of that and more |
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Keep me, collect me |
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Like the stones you would find on the beach |
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Tumble me smooth |
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You know it's some of that I need |
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Bleed |
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I was doing fine meeting my words according to time |
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But the poetry written to save me |
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You wanted all of that and more |
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Keep me, collect me |
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Like the rare records on your shelf |
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Spin me at half speed I need some of that myself |
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Bleed |
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What are you fighting for? |
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(I was doing fine) |
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Too sad I'm same as yours? |
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(And the days I would catch myself from fallin') |
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What are you fallin' for? |
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(Keep me, collect me |
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Like the stones you would find on the beach) |
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Too sad I'm same as yours? |
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(Tumble me smooth |
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You know it's some of that I need) |
