| It’s not yet 6, the sun’s not up and Father take away this cup is running
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| through my throbbing head because if he had then I’d be dead
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| Feeling like I’m feeling now, inbetween the skies and clouds where everyone’s
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| identity is just a picture card they need
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| I came from California with an appetite for my own myths of music, love,
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| and what they mean, I’m told it’s borderline obscene
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| I tried to write this song before but had no one to write it for.
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| My fellow travellers’vacant stares leave it up to you to care
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| I could write a song and have the Lord put you and me in a cup he tries to pour
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| out
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| looking in at the passengers from the wing … I’m nowhere and you’re everything
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| You came from Illinois with a cup of your very own to sip Neveron route for
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| very long, just there and doing something wrong
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| or so your friends and parents said, but if you hadn’t you’d be dead what
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| you’ve been given doesn’t scare me,
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| all your sights and sounds prepare me I could write a song and have the Lord put you and me in a cup he tries to pour
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| out
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| looking in at the passengers from the wing … I’m nowhere and you’re everything
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| Damn this cup bring me a bowl,
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| If I can’t saturate my soul
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| with you and him who drank it first
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| and last I’m ready for the worst
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| It’s way past two and you want me there,
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| Well he needs me here
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| so you have to share
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| I’m crying 'cause I’m in love with you
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| You’re crying 'cause you have no clue
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| I could write a song and have the Lord put you and me in a cup he tries to pour
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| out
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| looking in at the passengers from the wing … I’m nowhere and you’re everything |