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Step out the front door like a ghost |
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into the fog where no one notices |
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the contrast of white on white. |
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And in between the moon and you |
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the angels get a better view |
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of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. |
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I walk in the air between the rain |
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through myself and back again |
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Where? I don't know |
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Maria says she's dying |
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through the door I hear her crying |
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Why? I don't know |
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[Chorus:] |
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Round here we always stand up straight |
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Round here something radiates |
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Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand |
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she said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis |
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she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land |
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just like she's walking on a wire in the circus |
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she parks her car outside of my house |
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takes her clothes off |
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says she's close to understanding Jesus |
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she knows she's just a little misunderstood |
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she has trouble acting normal when she's nervous |
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Round here we're carving out our names |
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Round here we all look the same |
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Round here we talk just like lions |
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But we sacrifice like lambs |
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Round here she's slipping through my hands |
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Sleeping children better run like the wind |
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out of the lightning dream |
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Mama's little baby better get herself in |
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out of the lightning |
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She says It's only in my head |
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She says Shhh I know it's only in my head |
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But the girl in car in the parking lot |
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says "Man you should try to take a shot |
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can't you see my walls are crumbling?" |
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Then she looks up at the building |
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and says she's thinking of jumping |
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She says she's tired of life |
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she must be tired of something |
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Round here she's always on my mind |
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Round here hey man got lots of time |
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Round here we're never sent to bed early |
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And nobody makes us wait |
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Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late |
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I can't see nothin', nothin', round here. |
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No, you catch me when I'm fallin'. |
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You catch me if I'm fallin'. |
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You catch me if I'm falling down on you. |
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Oh man I said " I'm under the gun..." |
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Round here. |
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Oh man I said "I'm under the gun..." |
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Round here. |
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And I can't see nothin', nothin'. |
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Round here. |
