| I guess I’ve got a taste for poison
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| I’ve given up on ever being well
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| I keep mining the horizon
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| Digging for lies I’ve yet to tell
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| I wish you were here to softly say name
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| Calm down all the chemicals tearing through my brain
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| I don’t think I’ve missed you this much since I was seventeen
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| I’d call you in the morning but I think this is a dream
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| Cherokee
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| Cherokee
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| Where you carved those doubts right out of me
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| I see you shining through the treetops
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| But I don’t feel you pulling strings anymore
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| I still use your old alarm clock
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| Every morning I get further off of course
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| And don’t I hear you speaking in the noises of this house
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| Airplanes flying over shaking all my secrets out
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| Now darling tell me something I don’t already know
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| I’m aware of where to find you
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| It hurts too bad to go
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| To Cherokee
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| Cherokee
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| Where you carved those doubts right out of me
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| I felt like the world was burning
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| You had stars in your eyes
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| Shining for a feeling I can’t afford to buy
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| Everything you taught me still rattles in my head
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| I’m staying off of Main Street
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| You’re talking to the dead
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| In Cherokee
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| Cherokee
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| I wish you’d carve these doubts right out of me |