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Splintered piece of glass falls in the seat of gets caught |
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These broken windows, open locks, reminders of the youth we lost |
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In trying so hard to look away from you |
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We followed white lines to the sunset |
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I crash my car everyday the same way |
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Time to let this pass |
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(the time it takes, the time it takes to let go) |
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Time tuns through our veins. |
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(it starts and stops and starts and stops again) |
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We don't stand a chance in this threadbare time |
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(to take time to break the cycle) |
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Staring at the setting sun |
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No reason to come back again |
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The twlight world in blue and white |
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The needle and the damage done |
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I dont want to feel this way forever |
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A dead letter marked return to sender |
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The broken watch you gave me turns into a compass |
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It's hands still point to the same time 12:03, our last goodbye |
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So push the seats back a little further |
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Roll the windos down and take a breath |
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I can see the headlights coming |
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They paint the world in red and broken glass |
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The spinning hubcaps set the tempo for the music of a broken window |
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When the lights are on and the cameras click |
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We open up the lens to broken glass and it's over in a flash |
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I'll never understand |
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Understanding in a car crash |
