| When I was the one with the ruined look
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| Clustering around my face and
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| Every last corner of the day was bruised and gray
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| Who drove tired in the rain
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| Just to dump my gin down the drain
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| Arguing me back from the ledge, I can still hear you say
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| Every single thing is bound to come and go
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| Woah, everything collides
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| And the rain starts falling down
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| It’s a longshot longshot
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| But underdogs don’t drown
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| Woah, step into the bullets
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| But never touch ground
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| It’s a longshot longshot
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| But we won’t be shot down
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| So who’s this with the car collision ache and the very last dime
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| Telling me they can’t keep guard one more blood night
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| Don’t you know I am coming
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| With the Lucky Strikes and something you used to say
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| Now tell me if I got it right
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| Every single thing is bound to come and go
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| So people do weird things to each other
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| That the consolation book doesn’t cover
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| And if this night’s been practicing you
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| In a page of rain on the old war wound
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| Flatline blue and the taste of loss
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| Call me, I’ll wade the tides with you boss
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| We will take this flood apart
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| And drag this lake for its watery heart |