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A wall of sound might as well be brick |
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A foreign town, you talk like you're a stewardess |
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We joke about how life is not just photo booths and drunk truths |
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But we will try, especially if it's hopeless |
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I am fine in a loser museum, |
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Yeah, we laugh a lot down here |
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Waitin' on a chance, waitin' with each other |
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Fillin' stop gaps with war stories for saps and savory flavor |
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But are we waitin' for the slow roam? |
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Are we waitin' for the give or go? |
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You can stop it all on a dime |
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And send crashing what's behind |
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You know my heart won't break that easy |
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I have found the hope in this |
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I thought they were just days |
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Shots of light raking nights' early hour stay |
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Lately they've been a little bit more like a dog-ear folding on the passing page |
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What we climb towards change |
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Especially if it's hopeless |
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But are we waitin' for the slow roam? |
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Are we waitin' for the give or go? |
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You can stop it all on a dime |
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And send crashing what's behind |
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You know my heart won't break that easy |
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I have found the hope in this |
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They say that natures hates a vacuum |
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We haven't been kicked out just yet |
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Find your aim, it doesn't matter what you think you were meant for |
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Bury the pain, and he can't come back and tell who you are, |
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It's just another day |
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So find your aim, it doesn't matter who you think is deserving, |
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The lines of paint, wash away with the line about |
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How you're fine |
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I am fine down here |
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The traffic lights are changing, with no one stopped and waiting |
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The days are long and staying, like dog ears on the pages |
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One for all the laughs down here |
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Because my heart won't break that easy |
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I have found the hope in this |
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I have found the hope in this |