| Ink so permanent
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| Yeah it’s so permanent
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| Any way I mark it down
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| Either way you go
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| Faint and numb
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| You keep my head unsteady and my hands shake
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| Fought another day, and now
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| You wait until I’m standing in your landscape
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| Said we’re looking at the stars
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| We’re floating into empty spaces, I know
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| That we’re looking at the stars
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| Our burning open sky illustrated, no more
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| Five lines written on a postcard
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| Five lines and then it’s over
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| Five lines sitting on your dresser for you
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| Either way you go
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| It’s so permanent
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| Yeah it’s so permanent
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| Any way I tell it to you
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| Either way you go
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| Faint and numb
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| You keep my head unsteady and my hands shake
|
| Fought another day, and now
|
| You wait until I’m standing in your landscape
|
| Said we’re looking at the stars
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| We’re floating into empty spaces, I know
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| That we’re looking at the stars
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| Our burning open sky illustrated, no more
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| Said we’re looking at the stars
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| Connected by our constellation, I know
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| That we’re looking at the stars
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| Our bodies lie in separate places, reposed
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| Five lines written on a postcard
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| Five lines I’m a little closer
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| Five lines written on a postcard for you
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| Either way you go |