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I'll be the one to let this roof cave in on me |
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Buried in this house this wooden graveyard by the sea |
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We push away our families to understand our needs |
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The love and all the hate I used to hold in front of me |
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Restless nights all dizzy spells all sand between my sheets |
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Showing signs of thirst like dried out boardwalk-blistered feet |
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And now I know I never knew about you, only me |
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We carried this inside like some disease we couldn't beat |
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But we could work, we try to live and get by |
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To make our family in a second floor apartment |
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Standing on a threshhold body out and flesh cold |
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Go ahead and celebrate the things you lost |
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Try to grieve, to flex and release |
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To cry and work out with the underrate apartment |
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Moments are a lifetime |
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Lockin' in a straight line |
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This could take a little while to shake things off |
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Down by the waters edge |
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Under a dying tree |
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I let my body slip |
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Something inside of me |
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But when I came around |
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Some kind of murky face |
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I don't ever want to be alone like this |
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And I will tuck into you like I always want to be |
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Shadows just a shade of light not darkness in degree |
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It was you who knew me first, this wasn't meant for kids like me |
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Some brutal natural force we only feel, we never see |
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But as you grip the tide |
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You blundered aside |
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Your heads got smaller until they vanished into silence |
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Sinking in a white foam |
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Running to a new home |
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We can only understand the things we see |
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You cease, desist |
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And view me like this |
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The eyes wide open in the beauty of the bright lights |
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Standing on a threshhold body out and flesh cold |
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I don't ever want to be alone like this |
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I have no choice but to be vicious on my feet |
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I never sleep, I never eat |
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I am learning how to be lost completely |
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I want to be found, we crave the things we push away |
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These patterns cut like every day |
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I need to reach I need you to me |
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Down by the waters edge |
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Under a dying tree |
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I let my body slip |
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Something inside of me |
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But when i came around |
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Some kind of murky face |
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Shakin' my bones put me back in place |
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I don't ever want to be alone like this |
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Haunted by the presence of things i miss |
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I don't ever want to be alone like this |
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Haunted by the presence of things i miss |
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Oh, I am becoming the ghost of myself |
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Oh, I am becoming the ghost of myself |
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Trapped little secrets, little things we never tell |
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Oh, I am becoming the ghost of myself |