| You belong in Austin
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| It’s where your heart’s always been
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| You said I never paid attention but I was listening
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| Every word still resonates
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| Your sense of fear, your sins and faith
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| And all you wish you could embrace
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| Were we a step or an escape?
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| Well maybe I was wrong
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| But maybe you were too
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| It’s just the self-destructive system that we both fell into
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| Symbiotic in nature with nothingness to give
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| Blind eyes see no perspective
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| Left yourself in Portland
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| Or what portions you had left
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| So damaged and it’s obvious
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| Destruction craves an audience
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| And I swear that you need help but won’t accept it
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| Though it kills to know I can’t give it
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| I’ve done everything but admit that
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| It’s just as much on me
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| Maybe I was wrong
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| But we both know you were too
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| It’s the fucked up situations that you always pulled me into
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| Symbiotic in nature with nothingness to give
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| Blind eyes see no perspective
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| But that night you lit up my eyes like a field of fireflies
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| And in that brief moment I could see that I was blinded by my inconsistencies
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| I felt my chest decompress
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| I laid the old me to rest
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| And as he haunts my dreams I’m not obsessed
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| I’m enlightened not blessed |