| Sleep tight memories
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| We’ve all gotta turn in sometimes
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| Fall back, take a seat
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| Cause I never made it past the headlines
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| And who could ever understand the obligation that was forcing my hand?
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| Another chance for grace to win
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| As I give in
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| Down this river of lead I roll
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| Feel it pull me underneath
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| If the fire don’t kill me the water will
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| Feel it pull me underneath
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| Lay me down to sleep
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| I pray there’s something left to keep
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| I hold my breath and wait for the mountain to move
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| But I forget there’s nothing that I can do
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| I guess I never seem to choose a side
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| The conversation’s taking place in my mind
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| Another chance for grace to win if I give in
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| Down this river of lead I roll
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| Feel it pull me underneath
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| If the fire don’t kill me the water will
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| Feel it pull me underneath
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| Lay me down to sleep
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| I pray there’s something left
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| Oh if you could, but you can’t get by
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| You ain’t gonna be anything if you don’t try
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| Down this river of lead I roll
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| Feel it pull me underneath
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| If the fire don’t kill me the water will
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| Feel it pull me underneath
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| Down this river of lead I roll
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| Feel it pull me underneath
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| If the fire don’t kill me the water will
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| Feel it pull me underneath
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| Lay me down to sleep
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| I pray there’s something left to keep |