| All I can hear are these damn echoes
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| All I can hear are these damn echoes
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| Bouncing of walls in this hospital
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| Leave it on the table, you can read it when i’ve left
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| Never been that strong with words, I regret them as I speak
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| Facing you is facing me, a thing I never did
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| Heading for disaster in the footsteps of these sheep
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| I hate the way you all always spell love
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| In times new roman twelve point font
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| I’ll leave it all in a post-it note
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| Or with that song that we wrote about home
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| People always say to read between the lines
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| But there’s no longer any lines to read between
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| All the message is all the same
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| Quotes by authours of books you haven’t even read
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| Meanings and opinions you’ve gotten from someone else
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| We all struggle in our fathers footsteps
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| As they wore too big shoes for us to fill
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| Thing is I’m now up to my knees now and Im stable
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| Every step takes a long fucking time but at least I won’t fall over
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| Least I won’t fall over
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| Overdrinkers and underachievers
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| I can keep up with the best of them
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| Taking back everything I’ve ever said
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| Just to say it all over again
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| I hate the way you all always spell love
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| In times new roman twelve point font
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| I’ll leave it all in a post-it note
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| Or with that song that we wrote about home
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| About home |