| And you’re allowed to change, you have permission to try
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| You’re movin' off to Salt Lake and no one will ask why
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| Movin' off in June, not a day too soon
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| It all seems so perfectly strange
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| Break it all in two and you’ll be orphaned too
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| It’s all just so perfectly strange
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| And I’m allowed to break when my shit’s wrapped too tight
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| And though it all seems strange, this compulsion to die
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| Shovin' off from shore, can’t take any more
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| It all seems so perfectly lame
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| Liftin' up on four, breakin' down the doors
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| It’s all just so perfectly lame
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| Life was perfectly sad, it’s perfectly sadder now
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| And I’m allowed to break, a simple catch in the throat
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| Was it all that great back in the summer of boats?
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| You’re allowed to change you don’t need permission to try
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| You’re movin' off to Salt Lake and no one will ask why
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| Break it all in two, do what you have to do
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| It all seems so perfectly plain
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| I’ll make a shrine for you and you can burn that, too
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| It’s all just so perfectly, perfectly
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| Life was perfectly sad, it’s perfectly sadder now |