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Hey, Tell me did you find your way? |
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There's a lot of things you've done |
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I'd damn you for. |
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From finger to finger, from head to toe |
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I do hope you're alright |
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And it's time to admit it's my fault that we don't talk anymore, no. |
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I'm winter cold in maiden fall |
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A beaten road where no one goes |
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And though |
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I've left my post |
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The ones who meant the most |
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Wrote you a song |
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A stepping stone. |
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Wait and stay |
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Without you |
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I'll decay away |
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And there won't be a whole lot that's left of me. |
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With muscle and marrow and strength in my bones |
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I will tear out the bricks that are holding together the walls |
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That divide our frail homes. |
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I'm winter cold in maiden fall |
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A beaten road where no one goes |
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And though |
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I've left my post |
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The ones who meant the most |
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Wrote you a song |
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A stepping stone. |
