| You left via train tracks
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| On a Monday soaked with rain
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| You didn’t stop until the mountains
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| We’re small rocks out of frame
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| What am I (x3)
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| Supposed to do?
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| You got your noose around my neck
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| You never want me coming back
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| I should have ran (x4)
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| After you that rainy night
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| Before your car went off the side
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| Meaningless motion
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| On a shallow empty frame
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| They pass the time
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| But I still picture your name
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| What am I (x3)
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| Supposed to do?
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| You got your noose around my neck
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| You never want me coming back
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| I should have ran (x4)
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| After you that rainy night
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| Before your car went off the side
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| Tell me how to
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| Bring you back (x2)
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| I’ll tell you that
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| I was wrong (x2)
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| Your face is still beautiful
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| With all your skin gone
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| Tell me this is all but delusion
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| The witching hour begins now
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| The dimples in your cheeks
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| Are drenched in gasoline
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| It’s but a small victory
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| For the ballad of you and me
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| As you’re taken away (as you’re taken away)
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| As your soul leaves this place
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| Even with your body maimed
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| I’ll love you the same
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| I’ll try to be or feign a better man
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| And put the sky up in your cloudy head
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| Take a step where the light has to go, go
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| How could we fail to find a steady hand?
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| My sun won’t rise or fall without you here
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| Our beach is rubble; |
| our lighthouse is gone
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| It’s gone!
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| (It's gone!)(x3) |