| Who put these lines across my face?
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| I thought i meant it when I said I’d age with grace
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| Laid out my years across your floor
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| My legs are tired I’m not running anymore
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| When I get down I need you here
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| Cause there’s a demon, there’s a desert, there’s a fear
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| When I lay down to sleep alone
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| I am extinguished, I am expired, I am old
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| But I’ll get better whenever
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| So grab your bike, a car, a train, or plane
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| And just get back to me
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| Or I can drive or pay for flights
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| Meet me anywhere tonight
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| I’ll bring beers or books or songs
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| I’ll sing and you could sing along
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| Or sit and smoke or laugh or cry
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| Pull the hair back from your eyes
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| Have another drink with me
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| We’ll toast to our obscurity
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| You’ll lean in and I’ll calm down
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| I’ll hemorrhage my neuroses out
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| If you would let me stick around
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| I’ll follow you all the way down
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| And I’ll tell you like you never knew
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| How good it feels to breath and speak
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| And hear and see and live and love with you
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| I’ll get better whenever |