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Don't have to hide it anymore, |
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Our death by misadventure. |
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The note you left me on the door said |
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"go away, I'm sleeping." |
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And so I leave, but I believe that |
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You've been entertaining someone else. |
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So I do what I think I'm supposed to, and |
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I entertain myself. |
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Don't have to bother anymore, |
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Our death by misadventure. |
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The scribbled pages on the floor |
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Aall full of hope and sadness. |
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Someday we could write a book that |
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Tells of all the stupid things we've done. |
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And when we do, you know that we won't get away |
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Without offending some. |
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Don't have to hide it anymore, |
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our death by misadventure. |
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The note you left me on the door said |
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"Come on in, it's open." |
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And when I do, the smell of you in lavender |
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Comes at me like a truck. |
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You know it never ever lasts quite long enough, And that is just my luck. (x3) |
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Extra verse, not sung, hidden in the album notes: |
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(I can't forget this memory. |
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I can't forget this face. |
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Now the kudzu covers all the trees |
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And creeps up on the Queen Anne's Lace. |
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I'm tangled in the vines that hold me up, |
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but I'm not exactly stuck. |
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In the end you know that we won't get away, |
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And that is just my luck.) |