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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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Searchin' for a reason 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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Everything that you used to know |
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Is slippin' away, yea |
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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 askin' |
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No goin' back to get hurt |
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I take a little from the mixture |
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Try to put it into the picture |
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Got a place where you're standin' |
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Dig your shoes into the dirt |
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Tryin' 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 spinnin' '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 feelin' when you smile |
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But it feels like it might take over |
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This feelin' 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 rollin' creation |
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Sit away from the window |
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Who will 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 yellow flowers bloom |
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Sun goin' down |
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It's gonna be, gonna be risin' soon |
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On the banks of the deep end |
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Twistin' as a riverbed |
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Searchin' for a reason to go astray, yea |
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Couldn't hire twenty-five men |
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To do what the men couldn't do |
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Jus' the sound of his walkin' |
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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 |
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Tigers on T.V. |
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The singer's pretendin' |
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This song's for me |
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See the world's still spinnin' 'round |
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Gettin' dizzy when we look |
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Took a wrong turn down by the waterline |
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Heard they had to drag you off the sand |
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Find a dune and the wind will miss you |
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Hold on to a piece of dry land |
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Got to hold on to a piece of dry land |
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Got to hold on to a piece of dry land |
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On the banks of the deep end |
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Where I lost my best friend |
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Searchin' for a reason to go astray |
