| What does it mean when it doesn’t shine like it did when we were 18?
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| You were the trees that kept the pouring rain from falling down on me.
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| And I know that it got cold,
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| But I hung everything I owned along your limbs.
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| Now my spit’s dried to the pavement,
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| And my lashes are stuck wet to their lids.
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| You can click your heels until you wear holes in the floor
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| And realize that no place feels like home anymore.
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| So even if we find ourselves further than before,
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| An empty fate is just an even score.
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| Commit or hate yourself,
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| Bury in or break yourself,
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| It’s coming loose or never going home.
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| We spent out better days alone
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| With only gas receipts and highway eyes to show
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| That there’s nothing else that we could ever do.
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| What comes and goes always goes too soon.
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| You can click your heels until you wear holes in the floor
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| And realize that no place feels like home anymore.
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| So even if we find ourselves further than before,
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| An empty fate is just an even score.
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| Is just an even score.
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| It’s just an even score.
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| What does it mean when it doesn’t shine like it did when we were 18?
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| 'Cause there’s nothing else that we could ever do.
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| What comes and goes always goes too soon.
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| You can click your heels until you wear holes in the floor
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| And realize that no place feels like home anymore.
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| So even if we find ourselves further than before,
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| An empty fate is just an even score |