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You were saved by the good book, |
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I was saved by the half full glass, |
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So come on take a good look, |
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Cause this party will be your last. |
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And they've closed down the old bar, |
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This town's like a empty box, |
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And they can't have gone that far, |
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Cause I can still see some swing in the box. |
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The fall it feels like flying, |
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There's a dangerous hope, |
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Cause the ground comes at you faster than you'd think, |
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Lurking in the shadows, |
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With the bears and wolves, |
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Cause that's where you feel the most upon these days. |
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When you called |
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I was screening, |
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It confused me that hear your voice, |
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It was like |
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I was dreaming, |
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And ten years became a life |
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I could barely remember, |
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Just enough to open the wounds, |
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In the darkest |
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December,I can howl at the early moon. |
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The fall it feels like flying, |
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There's a dangerous hope, |
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Cause the ground comes at you faster than you'd think. |
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Lurking in the shadows, |
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With the bears and wolves, |
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Cause that's were you feel the most upon these days. |