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My eyes are getting weary, of crowds and busy streets |
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I close them in the morning, pretend I'm still asleep |
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My hair is growing slowly, the sun keeps moving on |
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But nothing fades completely, burnt image when it's gone |
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I step across the stories, that seep beneath my feet |
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A blueprint for a memory, laid out on the street |
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I'm making paper flowers, that fall on to the ground |
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And hope that they get found |
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Have me, have me not |
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Can't give me, what I've already got |
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You wear me, I'll wear you out |
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Like one more patch on my jeans |
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Too young for feeling heavy, too old to play the game |
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The pieces come together, no two pieces the same |
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But I'm no longer weary, my eyes are open wide |
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And one more day has gone by |
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Have me, have me not |
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Can't give me, what I've already got |
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You wear me, I'll wear you out |
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Like one more patch on my jeans |
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We fall, we fall |
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We fall apart at the seams |
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We fall, we fall |
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We fall apart at the seams |
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We fall |
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Have me, have me not |
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Can't give me, what I've already got |
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You wear me, I'll wear you out |
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Like one more patch on my jeans |
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Have me, have me not |
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Can't give me, what I've already got |
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You wear me, I'll wear you out |
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Like one more patch on my jeans |
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Like one more patch |
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Like one more patch on my jeans |
