| Time to go
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| I’m not taking anything
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| Can’t take another swing
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| Time to go
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| Time to leave
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| Finally recognized
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| Everything crystalized
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| I’ve said my peace
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| Mmm, mmm
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| From the phases of the moon
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| To the half-stoned afternoon
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| Stories reminding myself of me
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| Turning a corner so bittersweet
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| A halo of streetlights from red to green
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| Stories reminding myself of me
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| Start again
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| While I’m feeling up to it
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| The innocent mask don’t fit like it did back then
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| I hear that song
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| The silence was deafening
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| And it feels so good to sing
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| It’s been too damn long
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| From the demons of the past
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| To my feet up on the dash
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| Stories reminding myself of me
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| Turning a corner so bittersweet
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| A halo of streetlights from red to green
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| Stories reminding myself of me
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| From the cold December air
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| To the silver in my hair
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| Stories reminding myself of me
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| Turning a corner so bittersweet
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| A halo of streetlights from red to green
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| Stories reminding myself of me |