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Well, did you find out when it was over, kid? |
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Well, did you find out like your mother did? |
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Did it fall apart before it all began? |
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Before they could find out your name |
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Well, you're tired of feelin' the same |
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Like a bubble stuck in your vein |
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There's so much more for you to say |
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There's so many poor souls for you to claim |
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You're still stuck between the green grass |
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And forty million miles from the sun |
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Was she driving too fast when the turn came in? |
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Did you think about all that could have been? |
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Did you realize or did it come too soon? |
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Before they could find out your name |
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Like a white thorn stuck in your brain |
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Like a bubble stuck in your vein |
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There's so much more for you to see |
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There's so much more for you to be |
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You're still stuck between the green grass |
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And forty million miles from the sun |
