| Bruises and scrapes
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| All life’s mistakes
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| Are nothing but
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| Bad weather
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| Help you sneak in
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| All of my friends
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| Just so we could leave
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| Together
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| The books I wont read
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| The air that i’ll breathe
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| The colors I’ve seen
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| I’ll leave these pages in the trees
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| Today
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| Leave good for great
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| Leave sleep for late
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| Leave good for great
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| Leave sleep for late
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| Leave good for great
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| Leave sleep for late
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| Leave good
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| So many books that I didn’t read
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| But theres so much air i chose to breathe
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| How about the colors that i’ve seen
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| So I’ll leave these pages in the trees
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| I don’t sit alone
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| or pick up my phone
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| One day we’ll say
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| All that we had
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| The beaten path
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| Is beaten fast
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| I’m practicing hooks and jabs
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| I traced a few lines
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| Misread all the signs
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| Slipped many times
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| My bloods still red
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| And I’m just fine
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| Today
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| Leave good for great
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| Leave sleep for late
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| Leave good for great
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| So many books that I didn’t read
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| But theres so much air i chose to breathe
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| How about the colors that i’ve seen
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| So I’ll leave these pages in the trees
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| We sing along
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| But the notes are wrong
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| We sing along
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| Through the night and dawn |