| Ten days at the Leopold
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| Long nights in the biting cold
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| Desert wind blow furrows in my skin
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| Sticks to my sleeves and drags my hair
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| Chasing kicks in the middle class
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| Pour cans in a crystal glass
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| Effervescent eye contact with strangers I’m not sure are even there
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| I’m trying my best here
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| I’m learning as fast as I can
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| I’m working and working so hard
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| We’re breaking apart here
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| Your vanishing into the sand
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| I just wanna know where you are
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| I’m still in Nevada
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| You’re still holding on while I’m broken down
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| I’m feeling nirvana
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| Can we sober up?
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| Thought I’d told you all
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| A lot of let downs
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| You morning break down
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| Slow run through a swimming pool
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| Free spin like a molecule
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| Finding all these pieces of your past you know it hurts me more than you
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| I feel like I have to keep saying sorry
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| My family say they no longer know me
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| I sure haven’t spent my time on anything but this so help me god
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| I’m trying my best here
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| I’m learning as fast as I can
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| I’m working and working so hard
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| We’re breaking apart here
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| Your vanishing into the sand
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| I just wanna know where you are
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| I’m still in Nevada
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| You’re still holding on while I’m broken down
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| I’m feeling nirvana
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| Can we sober up?
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| Thought I’d told you all
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| Oh I feel alive
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| On my way out
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| It’s better if you stay out of this
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| Stop looking at me while I’m broken
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| I’m still in Nevada
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| You’re still holding on while I’m broken down
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| I’m feeling nirvana
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| Can we sober up?
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| Thought I’d told you all |