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Do you have something on your mind |
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your words don't seem to follow mine |
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long day and you're far away |
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long day don't what to say |
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The sun sets on the suburbs |
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I count my take and I plan my escape |
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Another age is fading away |
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right before the end they say that it accelerates |
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We could slow it down |
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change some things around |
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we're running out and |
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theres no more to be found |
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everything's for sale |
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take our paper trail |
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gather the evidence that we ever lived here and light it up |
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the last time I felt normal |
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I slept on the floor between two twin beds |
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with everything behind me |
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keep bringing up the memory, kill it completely |
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should I run to you |
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sell my possessions too |
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I don't hate it but |
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to me it has no value |
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everything's for sale |
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down to the nails |
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take all the evidence that we ever lived here and light it up |
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and disappear into a white wind |
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white wind blow through my room |
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cool the doors and call you down |
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until it's all clear my dear you can start it up again |
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watch it burn |
