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It was a chance you took: everything was good |
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Until you went back inside for a second look, |
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Holding out your hand, did you understand, |
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Crossing all of those lines and crawling back, |
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Slipping from your skin, you couldn't keep it in |
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Overgrown, wearing thin, silent, as you whined around |
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At another sound, you missed your turn, slowing down, |
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Caught in the lights and left again |
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Without the time to forget, coming up for air |
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From the hollow prayer you were sleeping through |
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As you went nowhere, the cold would come as they'd always done |
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And run into almost anyone |
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Curled in the rocks beyond their days |
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Leaving the rest to find their way, |
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The tempered tried as they rushed to hide, |
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Already gone with no goodbyes, locked-up and out of key |
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You'd hear them sing the distant songs with familiar rings, |
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Luring you out until you could remember the chance you took. |
