| Trace back a breeze to the weather’s dripping
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| Here in this city I could sleep in my clothes
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| I’ve walls between my friends and a bottle of Williams
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| The past is well behind me
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| I got good at letting go
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| I’ve burned so many bridges I can barely count
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| Moving forward with a liar’s mouth
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| I’m getting back what was due to me
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| You never smile and you’ll never be alright
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| I hope your searching while I found some spite
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| I’m better now that we don’t speak
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| I lost my limbs to the weather’s dripping
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| I lost my limbs to the weather’s dripping
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| I lost my limbs to the weather’s dripping
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| I lost my limbs to the weather’s dripping |