| I arrived with no shoes
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| Without a name, without a use
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| I tried to talk it out of you
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| Just because I found it’s best
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| To keep it quiet and keep it still
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| You sat without your clothes
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| Without a name, without a home
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| And I love the weirdness of it all
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| So I stalled
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| Saying everything that’s everywhere
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| Is lost
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| (Yeah, Everything, that’s everywhere is…)
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| Now, I can see
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| In the end, we unfortunately
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| Have to end either way
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| That we put it, either way
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| The book says
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| And I know that it does
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| And you pass, to pretend
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| What you have
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| An inkling, a clue
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| How we all got here
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| How this all ends
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| I hung another noose
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| Without a hand, without a tool
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| There’s no way, that it’s up to you
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| So cry to me
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| Everything, everywhere ends
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| It’s true
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| Now, I can see
|
| In the end, we unfortunately
|
| Have to end either way
|
| That we put it, either way
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| The book says
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| And I know what it does
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| And you pass, to pretend
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| That you have
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| An inkling, a clue
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| How we all got here
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| How this all… |