| City in rust, along the bottom edge
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| Time creeps slow
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| When you spend it all counting down
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| City in mud, softened to readjust
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| Make big change
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| When you live your life day to day
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| Don’t think much of what i’ve loved
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| You’re to blame
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| For all that i will and won’t become
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| I’m a victim of the repercussions
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| Of this place
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| We’re all that’s been built and been torn down
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| What tremendous weight you have
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| Burdening your every move
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| Spread out miles and miles
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| Over streets and new concrete
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| How your shoulders must be sore
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| And your patience must be tried
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| I bet you can feel the weight
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| On every new face you meet
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| All the sights to see
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| All the gifts to reap
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| Seems too good to be true
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| All the bets to place
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| All the time to waste
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| Seems too good to be true
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| It’s just a matter of time
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| Before you notice it’s all
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| Smoke and mirrors
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| The secret’s out
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| All the fortunate
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| Are the obstinate
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| They get away
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| As fast as they can
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| I’m seeing the best of you
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| (all i’ve ever known)
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| When i’m glancing at a map
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| (is time away from home)
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| All the regrets and fears don’t want to leave
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| Mistaking you for who i’d like to be
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| Find yourself alive without a soul
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| Losing track without a home
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| I’m washing myself clean
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| I’m digging myself deep
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| Into a hole i don’t want to be
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| I’m washing myself clean
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| I’m digging myself deep
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| Into a hole i don’t want to be
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| Don’t want to see |