| From atoms up to comets
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| Life is never promised
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| You could make me wanna lie and be dishonest
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| The simple things, they mean much
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| Just stay a while, be in touch
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| I’m clocking out at eight
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| Let’s get tacos and a red punch
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| But you got your eyes down
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| You say you’re gonna leave
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| Gotta clean house
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| Just another rinse repeat
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| On life, and love
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| Life, and love
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| I really miss the feeling
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| The confidence in silence
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| The simple things, they mean much
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| It’s never been a science
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| So you gotta trust it in the process
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| 'Cause nothing lasts forever anyway
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| Got my best advise from a broken screen display
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| But you got your eyes down
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| You say you’re gonna leave
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| Gotta clean house
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| Just another rinse repeat
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| On life, and love
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| Life, and love
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| Don’t know what you thinking 'bout
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| In patterns you’ve been speaking out
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| Can’t remember meaning
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| Lord knows I’ve been reaching
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| It’s harder 'cause the roots run deep
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| A smile says what I can’t see through
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| I guess half the way I’ll meet you
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| But you got your eyes down
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| You say you’re gonna leave
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| Gotta clean house
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| Just another rinse repeat
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| On life, and love
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| Life, and love
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| (Life, and love) |