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Our margins and revisions, where we both first made our living |
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In an alcove filled with sawdust, there a new light fell upon us |
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Hail the lepers, call the outcasts |
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Did we just not know to ask |
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I could see you blazing through the frost |
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In amazing grace and a hacking cough |
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Took dictation, wrote it shorthand, |
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Noone's sorrier than I am |
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I was young, that's no excuse |
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For the harm and the abuse |
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So what was it that you wanted |
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What would you've done if you had got it? |
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It was always ever gonna go so far |
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Til someone thought to push you from the car |
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Accept no imitation, baby, catch a collapsing star |
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But it's your limitations that make you what you are |
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Our margins and revisions, |
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Where we both first learned forgiveness |
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By the moonlight in the forest, |
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Where our lives spread out before us |
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So you wrote me in a letter |
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You can stay gone but don't stay bitter |
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It was always ever gonna end the same |
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Til someone thought to push you 'neath the train |
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Took vacation in new orleans |
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And I held you on the shore there |
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Splurged your words, confused your thoughts |
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Spoke in riddles noone got |
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So what was it that we wanted |
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And God forbid if we had got it |
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It was always gonna have to go too far |
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Til someone turned the light out at the bar |
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Accept no imitation, baby, catch a collapsing star |
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Oh it's our limitations, |
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It's our limitations, |
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Oh it's our limitations, |
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That make us what we are |
