| I think you’re exaggerating lonesomely
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| They’ll all around when you’re wandering off
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| You’re like a tear out of your skin
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| Stop making wills just to break your fall
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| What you get
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| You get caught up in all the maybe
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| You’re getting caught up in all the maybe
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| Think you should limit a vision
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| Of all the coming and going
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| But it takes one like me to know
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| That repeating never got you where you needed to go
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| Ruby don’t go
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| Waiting on your wishing
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| If you said so
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| They wouldn’t ever listen
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| Cause they’re clinging to methods that disappear in
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| Taking all their words as a counter attack
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| After nostalgia has left the sour taste in tact
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| Now you’ll be sinking right back to the bottom
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| Ruby don’t go
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| If they’re all sunset misters
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| Dogmats are nothing at all
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| You’re only dreaming of sleeping
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| You’re only waiting on the room to clear
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| And you get caught up in all the maybe
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| You’re getting caught up in all the maybes
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| Think you should limit a vision
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| Of all the coming and going
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| But it takes one like me to know
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| That repeating never got you where you needed to go
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| Ruby don’t go
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| And you’ll be sinking right back to the bottom
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| And now you’re sinking right back to the bottom |