| A crooked mile
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| Between the house and gate
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| At the time it seemed the distance was appropriate
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| Seep a while
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| Just like an open wound
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| Won’t break a tear for all the years you have ahead of you. |
| Youuuu
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| Don’t know what to say
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| 'cause the words get in the way, they do
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| (Everything will be fine)
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| Don’t know what to say
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| 'cause the words get in the way, they do
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| (everything will be fine)
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| Put your paper down
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| Your letter of the law
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| Name your prices
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| There’s no silence for the things I saw
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| I might be amazed
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| But I am not amused
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| I will not forgive the privileges
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| That you abused. |
| Abused
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| A piece of past
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| I’ll never get to own
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| You buried on your property those years ago
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| I’ll never die, I’ll never decompose
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| I can’t return them to the earth
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| 'cause you won’t let them go |