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On the banks of the deep end |
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Where your soul is your best friend |
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Searching for a reason |
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To go astray |
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Wild dreams turn to nightmares |
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Silver clouds turn to golden stairs |
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And everything that you used to know |
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Is slipping away |
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Here I've got my puzzle-piece |
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Only got it for a short term lease |
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No time for asking |
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No going back to get hurt |
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I take a little from the mixture |
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Try to fit it into the picture |
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Got a place where you're standing |
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Dig your shoes into the dirt |
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Trying hard to get back |
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Runnin' on the stones |
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Put you on my shoulders |
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We can be the only one |
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See, the world's still spinning 'round |
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Gettin' dizzy when we look |
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There's a reason to be home |
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There's a feeling when you smile |
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But it feels like it might take over |
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This feeling deep inside |
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And there's a distance down the line |
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Far away from the station |
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We can leave it all behind |
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On a rolling creation |
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Sit away from the window |
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And lock the door |
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Can't you learn from the last time |
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And the time before |
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See, the world's still spinning 'round |
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Gettin' dizzy when we look |
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Got to leave town |
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To see the yellow flowers bloom |
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Sun going down |
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It's gonna be rising soon |
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On the banks of the deep end |
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Twisted as a riverbend |
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Searching for a reason to go astray |
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You couldn't hire twenty five men |
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To do what the man could do |
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Just the sound of his walking |
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Could split the whole damn town in two |
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Into the night full of shadows |
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He still walks when the thunder rolls |
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This river ain't shallow |
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Reminds us that the bell still tolls |
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Bears in the kitchen, tigers on TV |
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The singer's pretending-acap |