| To give yourself a little bit of hope’s a lie
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| You said, «we're just spinning where we stand.»
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| And if you cling to tokens for your life, you find
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| You wind up with imaginary men
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| Static transmit me
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| To the other side of another room in pieces
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| Like a steady beating
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| The summer hurts (6x)
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| The telescopic pull of what you know’s a lie
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| It’s broken down 100,000 times
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| The parts collapse, in caving they’re inside the atmosphere
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| We’re carving out our names into the air
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| You are a runner, the steady balance as you’re gaining in speed
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| A photograph to scale the thrashing of your feet
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| And it won’t be over until the big, backhand of the sun
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| Beats the tar out of the road you’re on until it’s won you
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| The summer hurts (6x)
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| And as for all your suffering, you won’t escape
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| The sting until you’re buried in the ground
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| The beauty that you breathe into the air won’t clear your name
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| You have been sinning since the day you came around
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| You are a runner, the steady balance as you’re gaining in speed
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| A photograph to scale the thrashing of your feet
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| And it won’t be over until the big, backhand of the sun
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| Beats the tar out of the road you’re on until it’s won you
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| The summer hurts (6x) |