| This town ain’t big enough for both of us
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| So don’t sleep on the things that my hands have done
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| The flora and the fire keep lighting up the distance
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| Careful with your mouth don’t let it run
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| Out of sight, out of mind
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| Dug my heels into the earth
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| It was safe, it was mine, but this is where the way turns
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| Take it while you get it, toss this and forget it
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| As you swallow your seat and son
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| You’re plagued with pride of fathers
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| Long since dead behind you
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| Careful with your feet don’t let them run
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| To question yourself the cursed will stay away
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| You can camouflage, you can lock up, and you can stow away. |
| But it is to
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| question one’s self in a hideout to leave the cover, the cursed will stay away.
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| And in my hard heart I tried to block out and to blot out and obstruct the
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| clouds. |
| But the shroud, the bell, the blanket and the envelope will eclipse
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| them now
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| Forget what you left, this part is never easy
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| Standing where the water meets the shore you feel the sun
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| Touch your face and leave its mark with nowhere left to run
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| To hide your shaking hands and words that swore this was the day
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| You never feel as weak as when the answers go away
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| I was caught in the current; |
| it’s a lesson, and I’ve learned it
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| The teacher left scars on our fists
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| I’m the worst, I’m the worst, just please leave me here
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| There’s pain we never speak of, second guess the ones that we love
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| And the last thing you want is for your last words to sound so scared,
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| but you find yourself here, alone and scared
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| Will they leave You here, Will You leave me here?
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| The best part of that
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| Is I want it back
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| (From the hands of my mother to the hands of a girl)
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| The best things to say
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| I want to say
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| (I never wanted to say, but I had to)
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| That all this time I was wrong
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| (From the hands of my mother to the hands of the world)
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| (And I’ll take your blame but it was always you)
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| The water’s deep
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| As they find their sleep
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| (From the hands of my mother to the hands I see before me)
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| And I begged for less
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| But I second guessed
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| That you would come
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| (We left after morning)
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| (Could I part this deep)
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| After me
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| (As you called to your name)
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| The past still waits
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| It’s the pain we never speak of
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| To catch my eye
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| Second guess the ones that we love
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| And I never stopped
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| All the words and our confessions
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| To question
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| I never thought that I should question
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| To question why |