| I used to turn a phrase then burn the page
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| The winds caught the embers and carried away
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| The things I’m not allowed to say
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| And as the fires rage I spiral in shame
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| So where my hopes and daydreams used to hang
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| They sunk a little lower and wasted away
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| Now looking back at my own face
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| Peekin' out of the ripples and through the waves
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| As we watched before it all wash ashore
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| How life could be so plain
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| Without one last inch a-fallin'
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| Where’s the rain? |
| Hey hey
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| Always one boat short with no witty retort to come save us all
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| In the end it’ll take a pen
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| Our common ground
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| While we drown, Oh
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| Take the helm as I write myself into the bottom bargain basement shelf
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| Now looking back I built myself a cage
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| And all these years later I’m walking away
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| I’m moving on with just this song
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| In a broken tape deck that only replays
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| And as I watched the coastline fade from sight
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| I laughed at the metaphor of my whole life
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| The world’s my own depression light
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| My words became my curse I could never rewrite |