| All of my heroes sit up straight
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| They stare at the ground
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| They radiate
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| Me, I’m mumbling in the kitchen for the sun to pay up
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| Lonely is a ring on a cold coffee cup
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| I’m some sick hound
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| Digging for bones
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| If it weren’t for second chances, we’d all be alone
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| My hands they were strangers lost in the night
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| They’re waving around in the dusty light
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| I’m waiting in the wings while the trees undress
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| Cupping my ear to hear the wind confess
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| I’m a ghost in the garden
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| Scaring the crows
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| If it weren’t for second chances, we’d all be alone
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| I’m running from nothing, no thoughts in my mind
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| Oh my heart was all black
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| But I saw something shine
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| Thought that part was yours, but it might just be mine
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| I could share it with you, if you gave me the time
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| I’m all bloody knuckles, longing for home
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| If it weren’t for second chances, we’d all be alone
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| I’m a shot through the dark
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| I’m a black sinkhole
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| If it weren’t for second chances, we’d all be alone |