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My voice went missing and then in under |
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A rattle of the freeway wheels in silent brick houses |
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Don't let me go that way, I've been down dead end road |
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Too many times already I ought to know where they go |
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Doubts that you listened to at night |
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Are the tides that wash you out into the ocean |
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We've gone way too far to watch these dreams drown now |
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Come on, just a little further |
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Where we almost to the shore |
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Just keep your head above the water, yeah |
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Light pores in through the poplar branches |
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Shining on an empty easel blank white canvas |
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With my sharpens into a rusty knife |
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Cuts your heart and leaves you wondering lost in the dark |
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Doubts that you listened at night |
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Are the tides that wash you out into the ocean |
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We've gone way too far to watch these dreams drown now |
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So come on, just a little further |
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Where we almost to the shore |
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Just keep your head above the water, yeah |
