| I hide almost every night; |
| I try to keep out of sight.
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| But they came on the spring in the rain.
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| Oh they’ll never catch me now.
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| Just get me out of here, I see my faith, my fear.
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| My saving sanctuary.
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| Sad son, I split two worlds in my head,
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| But somebody said you were sober.
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| All in time; |
| drinking my sunrise,
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| and I heard my father cry to cover up your lies.
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| We’ll take a second flight, I’d like to go with you tonight.
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| They took me up upon the boat and sung in circles 'til I choked,
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| I lost my way back to your garden, howling back at all those stupid horoscopes
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| you hate that make you ill, and curse their wine until it spills,
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| to wash away the rose petals the night I made a cripple out of you.
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| I couldn’t see in the I.C.U., and I curse myself to find out nothings new,
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| or true,
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| and no one knows I hide behind diplomas and ferrarris,
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| the little hands inside her belly look like you, just like you.
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| Singing sanctuary inside, kissing my Siberian wife,
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| when all my favorite seasons collide, take me outside. |