| This path I walk by daylight
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| This bending corner is upon us don’t know what to say by
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| May I may I take you forward?
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| I’m who you’ve always wanted
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| You don’t know the order
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| Numbers I can make them plummet
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| I’m already at the summit
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| I already speak your language
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| You save yourself from anguish
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| I make myself a sandwich
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| I see the trickle of a brook over a fallen body
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| He wears the thistle we mistook him assault and robbery
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| So when they halt the bombing
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| Come meet me at the clearing
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| As results are coming we can see if practice matches theory
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| And then assess our losses and then we learn our lessons
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| Then we count the tragedies and triumphs and traumatic stressing
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| Get back — Get back — Back
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| Get back — Get back — Back
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| Get back — Get back — Back
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| Get back — Get back — Back
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| Cause these songs won’t write them selves' and its going no where
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| When it’s all worn off where do ya go
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| These songs don’t write them selves' and it’s going no where
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| When it’s all worn off where do ya go
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| When it’s all worn off where do ya go (When its all worn)
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| When it’s all worn off where do ya go (worn off)
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| (When its all worn off)
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| When it’s all worn off where do ya go
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| When its all worn off when its all worn (off)
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| When it’s all worn off where do ya go
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| Where do ya go where do ya go
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| In the shadowed expanse between the distance of our hopes
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| I span from here to now with gossamer ropes
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| A broken bridge the only edge shakes with every passing step
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| We cannot repair all the things we have not kept
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| I’ve not wept enough in recent years to keep my eyes from drying
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| I’ve not slept enough in recent days to keep the flags of my dreams flying
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| The echoes of my empty heart are the closest things I have to screams
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| Fire at end and beginning so I fall to in-between
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| I wrought a treatise on busted guitar strings
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| Choked on cholesterol sentiments from aorta to arteries
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| With better aim then Artemis, gave key stone to arch enemies
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| Who swum in our midst like clown fish with sea anemones
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| Among death knells and threnodies and sex sells extremities
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| And health plans that promise better living through chemistry
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| I lost my identity, tossed to anonymity it’s my apocalypse now
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| I’m saying now serenity
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| We didn’t start the fire but provide the kindling
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| (When it’s all worn off where do ya go)
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| We didn’t start the fire but provided the kindling
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| (When it’s all worn off where do ya go)
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| When it’s all worn off where do ya go
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| When it’s all worn off where do ya go
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| When it’s all worn off where do ya go
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| When it’s all worn off where do ya go (where do you go-oo)
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| When it’s all worn off where do ya go (off)
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| When it’s all worn off where do ya go
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| Meet me at the clearing
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| Meet me at the space
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| Now that the ons and offs of the bombs have stopped
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| Upon this common spot our common thoughts calm us
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| Costs promises lost comments draw us closer
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| Yes sir no sir pressures over
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| Open mouths for closure
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| Cry for how I lacked compassion
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| Emotion How I cast the net
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| The ocean How I grasped your neck
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| The motion
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| You grasped for breath
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| I half confessed this
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| Friendship shell shocked
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| Made at the guillotine
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| My My oath sis
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| Made at the crossroads
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| My my trick is forgiveness
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| Yours isn’t
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| Impossible
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| Fugue state — I’m no, I’m no, I’m no philistine
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| You yelled stop — I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t hear you
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| Lovers leap — from the, from the, from the mezzanine
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| Through hell high — on the, on the path of gasoline
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| Know Christ know cross road block
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| Slick ice cold stop slow cries crowed
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| I denied you (thrice) that isn’t right
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| Tried to cheat the game but had to decide (Tried to cheat the game but had to
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| decide)
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| Played your turn ran out of your life (Played your turn ran out of your life)
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| Boss codes at the crossroads
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| That isn’t right
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| I’m glad you’re alive
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| Wounds so fresh
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| After my tongue licked clean — and so clean
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| Traded the pain with numbness — clean enough the pain is numb
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| I won’t defend what I’ve done just — could a been cleaner but I
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| Pray there’s some kind of benefit from it — prayed and wasn’t mean enough
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| I would never do what I did — my good meanings just
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| I would never do what I did — made it worse what I did
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| Coulda been a good little boy I’m a — coulda been cleaner left an
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| Big bad wolf wanna comeback kid — abscess of indifference
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| Rags, wounds, incisions — cold feet in a blizzard of indecision
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| War fatigues — yes I wore fatigues
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| Fields cleanse — made you hafta cleanse my bayonet
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| Til healed when it’s all worn (OFF!!!) — perform the surgery (eeee-oooo)
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| Where do ya go
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| When it’s all worn off where do ya go
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| When it’s all worn off where do ya go (off)
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| These songs won’t write them selves and its going no where. |