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All the possibilities |
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Things you can pick up and look beneath |
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Just watch your step, |
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Don't fall between the blanks in your memory |
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There's an anchor sinking in the sound of a sense of lack that follows you around |
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Years went by but I know it don't matter what you think of me |
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I'm awake; don't let me go back to sleep |
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Like a fugitive who just quit running |
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Who found out there's no where to escape |
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Some mistakes can't be undone |
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It will never be like it was |
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Wishing for it only makes it worse |
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There's some demons waiting down south |
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Some kind of confederate ghost |
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It holds me close shows me the way to go |
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Until I'm sure I'm lost |
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I built a workshop to find myself |
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Where I can dig in the corners climbing spider webs |
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It's a polaroid cemetery of every look you've ever given me |
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I'm awake; don't let me go back to sleep |
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Like a fugitive who just quit running |
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Who found out there's no where to escape |
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Some mistakes can't be undone |
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It will never be like it was |
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Wishing for it only makes it worse |
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Keep on riding capture feeling |
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It's an outline of a real connection |
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Treat your desires as what they are |
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Imposters and lonely invitations |
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Some mistakes can't be undone |
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It will never be like it was |
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Wishing for it only makes it worse |
