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Firing up the canyons |
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On the dawn of New Year's Day |
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Never quite buried the hatchet |
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Or unearthed a better way |
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But running out the clock |
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Running out the clock |
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Never was the way we played the game |
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All the way up the canyons |
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On the dawn of New Years Day |
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[PreChorus] |
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Well even if I tried to change the topic |
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It's the only one I got |
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You tell me all the time I've got to drop it |
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And I try to make you understand |
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[Chorus] |
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I wanna be your hand |
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Running through your hair as you're sitting there |
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Laying in the sand |
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I wanna be your hand again |
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I wanna be your hand |
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Hear the echo of the song they played |
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When the year was finally dead |
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Watched the ball as it falls to the floor |
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Like an ember in descent |
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[PreChorus] |
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Well even if I tried to change the topic |
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It's the only one I got |
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They tell me all the time I've got to drop it |
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And I try but I can't stop |
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People say we're running out the clock |
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Running out the clock |
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But that's not the way we played the game |
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People say we're running out the clock |
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Running out the clock |
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But I try to make them understand |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Bridge x4] |
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Running out the clock |
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Running out the clock |
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Run it out |
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[Chorus] |
