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And if I could go back... |
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Was heaven abound on the other side of them train tracks? |
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I kicked the rocks as |
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I watched you leaving. |
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Thinking of how |
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I could save you... |
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And how close was your window... |
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I should have gone through it. |
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I should have been a roman. |
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Oh how I know it... |
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Be the rescuing type. |
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Be reckless. |
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Be bright. |
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Do you sometimes hear that heroic heart beating behind bars? |
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Yes that question is mine. |
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Am I that rescuing type? |
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So shook up. |
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Many a thing |
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I've seen but never seen a thing so messed up as someone in need and |
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I stutter, |
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I can't get up. |
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Reminds me how you would like to sing but don't for fear of them blue notes. |
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Should have gone through it, should have been a roman. |
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Oh how I know it... |
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Be the rescuing type. |
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Be reckless. |
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Be bright. |
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Do you sometimes hear that heroic heart beating behind bars? |
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Yes that question is mine. |
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Am I that rescuing type? |
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Break my heart in two so |
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I can see what |
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I'm supposed to do. |
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I've covered it up layers black and blue... open it up, let me see that blood red truth. |
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Break my heart. |
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I'm ready to start to be the rescuing type. |
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Be reckless. |
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Be bright. |
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Do you sometimes hear that heroic heart beating behind bars? |
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Yes that question is mine. |
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Am I that rescuing type... |