| The glass is half empty, don’t you see
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| There’s nothing I can do to change these tired melodies
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| Crawling around on all fours
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| Passing up all the open doors
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| Crowded room full of furrowed brows
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| Looking at me like it’s not my house
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| Slowly back out the doorway
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| I’ll be back some other day
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| Maybe a lifetime, I can’t say
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| So, easy does it my friend
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| Got a long way to the end
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| Slow it down, slow it down again
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| Or you’ll never be let back in
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| Alright
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| My fingers pass all these worn out strings
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| My body shakes under the heaviest of things
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| What is right, and what is wrong
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| One man’s blood upon my trembling palms
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| Put up a good enough fight
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| (The earth it)? |
| shifts left of the moon and shifts right
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| Twisted, tangled in love and in life
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| One more step and I’ll be gone
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| Dark down 'neath the cemetery wall
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| So, easy does it my friend
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| Got a long way to the end
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| Slow it down, slow it down again
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| Or you’ll never be let back in
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| So, easy does it my friend
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| Got a long way to the end
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| Slow it down, slow it down again
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| Or you’ll never be let back in, oh |