| A new stash, out crashed, out hidden, hid
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| I wore each face, I know I did like
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| It’d become my own again, let those go, wearing thin
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| Pick up where I had left it all
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| Let’s chase the summer into fall
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| Mislend me a place to call my own to find what’s left
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| To know where I have nearly been here
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| Those of mine who are here are my friends here
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| Gives what to me what I give them
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| I am stashed out, where I am hidden
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| Do I know just what I’m unhidden
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| With no plan
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| Sing tight blaze of memories dying embers
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| I’m trying hard to assert it, I remember
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| With sign of summer comes a’fading, past or crooked laugh
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| Late at night, low so so, so if confusion now we drive
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| Past the landscape that we’ll try to keep inside again
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| Because the music brings me back to life
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| If I can sing then there’s no strife
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| No struggle, it’s not meant to be a strife
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| Sing wide
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| Sing wide
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| Sing wide
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| Sing wide
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| Sing wide |