| I can never change, even if she asked, better than I ever got
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| Smokin' just to fill the silence, never mentioned the silence
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| Never talk about
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| Holding off, he’s overcome, but slowly reads the finer lot
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| By the reasons he stayed, the reasons it fades over and over
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| Don’t you find it’s harder when you’re down?
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| Such an obvious reason, but nonetheless it’s ours
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| Take the time to figure out the sound
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| Over and over and over and over
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| I can never say, something in the way
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| Wishin' there was one way out
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| Finding all the pieces, I left now that it’s changed
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| Ever since we found another town
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| No help but feel older, I feel it in my shoulders
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| The smoke fills your broken mouth
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| Better than the thought of losin' what was caught up
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| Over and over
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| Don’t you find it, all it seems as though we’re fallin' in directions
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| That don’t allow ourselves to lose our conversations
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| All that I wish, there’s many ways in which it calls without a question
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| And then it flows into our mind, an intervention
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| Don’t you find it’s harder when your done?
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| Slowly sinkin' from the unknown sound
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| Light that cigarette to make the words fall out
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| And try again |