| This town is colder now, I think it’s sick of us
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| It’s time to make our move, I’m shakin' off the rust
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| I’ve got my heart set on anywhere but here
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| I’m staring down myself, counting up the years
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| Steady hands, just take the wheel
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| Every glance is killing me
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| Time to make one last appeal for the life I lead
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| Stop and stare
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| I think I’m moving but I go nowhere
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| Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared
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| But I’ve become what I can’t be, oh
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| They’re tryin' to come back, all my senses push
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| Untie the weight bags, I never thought I could
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| Steady feet, don’t fail me now
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| Gonna run till you can’t walk
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| Something pulls my focus out
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| I’m standing down
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| Stop and stare
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| I think I’m moving but I go nowhere
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| Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
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| But I’ve become what I can’t be, oh
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| Stop and stare
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| You start to wonder why you’re 'here' not 'there'
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| And you’d give anything to get what’s fair
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| But fair ain’t what you really need
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| Stop and stare
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| I think I’m moving but I go nowhere
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| Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
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| But I’ve become what I can’t be, oh
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| Stop and stare
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| I start to wonder why you’re 'here' not 'there'
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| And you’d give anything to get what’s fair
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| But fair ain’t what you really need
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| Stop and Stare |