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I know |
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You are |
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Another planet miles apart |
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Is it a question of things |
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You really should have cared about? |
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You took a drive, Countries called |
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More than your friends did, they watched you fall |
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And now you've pulled the wires right from the wall |
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Flags |
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Don't ask me how he's doing |
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He's doing fine |
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Set it straight |
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So there is no road left, only water |
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Spent your time hopelessly alone |
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It's no real price to pay anyway |
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Your first letter came,Stressing lines |
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Against the whitening page |
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Trauma type, Saturation stains |
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Flags |
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He went from riches |
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To rags |
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Oh where are my friends? |
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I'm a burden to their hallowed sense |
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When I felt my head came to an end |
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I made promises, promises never kept |
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Your head at night |
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So many thoughts fought for the finish line |
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When there's no beginning |
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Before you're running out of time |
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So hard, to ignore. on my mind from beach to trestle door |
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I'm thinking of you, flat out cold beneath the starboard floor |
