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Piece this together and it's always a fight. This puzzle's intact and you're always right. The sky could fall, the bliss of beginning replaced with an end. And the sky could fall, it's always, it's
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A cabin built for families, not for one. These fills are solitary, lonely rivers run. Ocean crash duets with cars in canyon pass. Oh, the mountains, majestic force humility This coffin's in my shad
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This is your history. You made what you will be. Facts are of no concern. They upset your story The past is what we learn. It upholds your glory. Revisionist history. Revisionist history. I wan
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Grew up on a man made line. That's left me warm. Count your blessings. You're the lucky one The view from this window. Is frail and brittle. And I've done nothing. To change anything These hills
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Sometimes a struggle builds you somehow. Tears you down, leaves you dead. Time will pass, back to life. Hand on shoulders, bigger, better Sunday night, tempers flair. Fights erupt and trickle down
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It's so early in our lives. For such a waste of time. Such a waste of breath An' we can shake our fists in vain. Scream an' lose our voice. It's our choice Oh, this is forever. This ring will nev
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It wakes me up and shakes my bones. It makes me miss my friends. You wasted days, I hung my head. I wore these blinders. So I'll hide from you, hide from you You can hear the sound. Oh, when wall
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Did you listen to his stories. He had some stories that would change your life. This doesn't have to be the saddest day. We can always hold the brilliant memories. You're always on my mind. Turne
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I'll qualify this circumstance,. Broadcast, renew this chance. Pin hope on this promise. Graduate to this settled score. Projects through mansion doors. Stand up, dust yourself off. It's trouble
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The host of the show comes down. To collapse on the ground. And the crime scene revisits me. This body shut down in Bordeaux. And the shores of gold coast on the balcony. I search for sleep. The
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Locked up in the distance. In the falter above us. As the contrails pass you spoke your mind. . Stand down, fall apart and the trouble starts. Yeah the trouble starts over again. . Stand down,
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Apathy falls in the ocean. At least we went down fighting. In the bottom of the ocean. The scenery can feel calm. Up till now, been riding fine. Yeah. But the curving walls leave me behind. Yea
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