| It’s something cold like what I stuck around to fight through
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| And it gets feelin tougher every day
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| I feel like everybody likes to run their mouth but can’t decide on what it is
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| they’re tryin' to say
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| There’s nothing wrong with hearing voices
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| Even when they’re in your dreams
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| And if you’d listen in tomorrow it would be better than it seems
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| I used to think I couldn’t even count my blessings
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| But now I know they’re few and far between
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| And when I look at my reflection in the mirror I can see some man I’ve never
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| even seen
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| The wasted life I left behind me
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| Was just a war I couldn’t win
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| I’m the devil’s guest of honor that’s the best it’s ever been
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| Little said is soonest mended
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| Without a wing a word could fly 1000 miles
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| I’d rather be abandoned or alone
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| Just so I could lend my secrets to the wind
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| I know a man whose pain is heavy like an anchor
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| It drags him to the bottom of the sea
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| His cloudy eyes are often lost behind a daydream
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| Or frozen in some broken memory
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| I’ve never heard him speak about what happened
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| He’ll never say what laid him low
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| There are secrets that we carry that are ours to bear alone
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| Little said is soonest mended
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| Without a wing a word could fly 1000 miles
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| I’d rather be abandoned or alone
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| Just so I could lend my secrets to the wind
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| You said a love that’s kept in secret dies in darkness
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| And a soul needs to confess to be set free
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| So I’m lifting back the cover off my heart, dear
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| And hoping that you’ll do the same for me
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| It’s not too pretty, but it’s open
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| And it’s the only way I know to tell you true
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| I’d walk the world alone before I’d ever walk away from you
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| Little said is soonest mended
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| Without a wing a word could fly 1000 miles
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| I’d rather be abandoned or alone
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| Just so I could lend my secrets to the wind
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| You can link your value to your wallet or a key chain
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| Or a locked wrought iron fence around your yard
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| Living check to check, a skinny tie around your neck
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| On stolen time and borrowed numbers off a card
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| You blink and life is left behind you
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| There’s no escape, that’s just a fact
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| We’re all a dollar short and every one of us is running out of track
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| Little said is soonest mended
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| Without a wing a word could fly 1000 miles
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| I’d rather be abandoned or alone
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| Just so I could lend my secrets to the wind
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| Little said is soonest mended
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| Without a wing a word could fly 1000 miles
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| I’d rather be abandoned or alone
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| Just so I could lend my secrets to the wind |