| I’ll admit it
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| I came here looking for a miracle
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| I heard the engine breaking down
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| And I felt the brakes go
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| Maybe that’s what happens
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| At a certain point in time
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| The contrast starts to ease back
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| Till the lyric doesn’t rhyme
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| My mind plays tricks on me
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| I see it now
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| I could’ve sworn I had felt all I would feel
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| But I’m not holding for a hiding place
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| Just a slow correction of the wheel
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| And all I see now
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| Is a stranger in your place
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| Who caught you with your guard down
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| And couldn’t hesitate
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| But maybe that’s what happens
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| Every now and then
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| The colors get so washed out
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| That the story doesn’t end
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| So life played a trick on you
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| I see it now
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| Trying every chance to tell you how to feel but
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| Maybe all it takes to find your way
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| Is a slow correction of the wheel
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| Still there’s a feeling that I get
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| That I just can’t figure out, when I
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| Open up my mouth, why I can’t ever make a sound, and I’m
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| Headed for the shoulder with the tires spinning out
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| And the music’s making more sense
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| Than the words I’ve written down
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| But still on the darkest days
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| I see it now
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| That there’s just no telling what ain’t real
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| But maybe all that matters anyway
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| Is a slow correction of the wheel
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| Maybe all that matters anyway
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| Is a slow correction of the wheel |