| She phoned home hoping not to blow
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| this out of proportion, but she let herself down
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| and couldn’t keep the tears off her cheeks.
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| She’s been losing sleep for weeks and her spirit’s losing ground.
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| The spirit is a bone and it breaks if you’ve a heart of gold,
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| but it takes more than what I’ve told. |
| Love is all this girl has ever known.
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| She’s miles from home and on her own, but she’ll reach for a hand to hold
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| like you’ll stare at the sun for warmth in the bitter cold.
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| You’d better keep your cool.
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| When those tables turn, shit can get cruel.
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| It’s not always easy to relieve the weight
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| that’s been building up for years.
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| You see, the gears are in motion
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| like they’ve always been but now it’s clear.
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| And the clear sky rolls the clouds
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| past the horizon and over the ocean.
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| There are sounds we’ve never heard, there are terms you’ll never learn,
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| but you’re expected to play along like it’s your job. |
| And it’s contingent upon
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| your attention to detail. |
| Yes, the devil’s in the details,
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| but we may as well all have horns and tails if this train derails.
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| We are drowning in the same boat,
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| fighting the flood to stay afloat
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| while we empty the hull of the treasure
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| that’s a burden in measure. |