| You trade a pocket for a pocket knife
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| You forget me in your new disguise
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| You smile, I’m glad to be here, yeah
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| Stay awake
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| Don’t be afraid of everything
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| Stay awake
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| Don’t be afraid of everything
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| A rose by porch light
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| Every day you’re one day older
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| But you say it’s alright
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| Would you say you’re getting closer
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| To waking up happy
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| Now you’re alone and not with me
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| And I guess that I cannot do right
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| And I think it’s all the pain that I can stand tonight, yeah
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| Kick, scratch, and claw
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| Don’t seem so empty
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| While your seventh sister weaves away
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| Stay awake
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| Don’t be afraid of everything
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| Stay awake
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| Don’t be afraid of everything
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| A rose by porch light
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| Every day you’re one day older
|
| But you say it’s alright
|
| Would you say you’re getting closer
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| To waking up happy
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| Now you’re alone and not with me
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| And I guess that I cannot do right
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| And I think it’s all the pain that I can stand tonight
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| Sweet like candy-painted toes
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| Sweet like everything above the ground will grow
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| A rose by porch light
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| Every day you’re one day older
|
| But you say it’s alright
|
| Would you say you’re getting closer
|
| To waking up happy
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| Now you’re alone and not with me
|
| And I guess that I cannot do right
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| And I think it’s all the pain that I can stand tonight |