| We watched you disappearing like a passing bullet
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| Up the dirty streets into a nothing day
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| We never thought it could be us that you were running away from
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| And you were already gone anyway
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| Your disappointment it is hard to conceal
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| So slow to grow and slower to heal
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| It wasn’t that they wanted to chain you down
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| It was always that they wanted you to take them with you
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| The bubbling streams that flow down the hillside
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| Get slow and lost in the great wide plain
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| And energy attracts the things that cannot move
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| There’s so much that fills the slipstream behind you
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| You were never scared of anything
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| We thought it was the courage that we all lack
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| You gave so much of everything
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| You were never much interested in getting it back
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| You were born feral — passed from hand to hand like a loaded gun
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| Ain’t it hard now — to remember just who you were?
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| Bad dreams — of people you last saw years ago
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| Still pass before your eyes
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| The garage is filled with bits of broken machinery
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| Coffee black and knuckles strong
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| And they all still turn to look at you
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| But no one knows what to do with a wild one
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| But courage is not an everlasting spring
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| Dry seasons come that you cannot defy
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| And it’s not where you run but who you run with
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| You’ll be looking for them until the day you die
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| You were born feral — passed from hand to hand like a loaded gun
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| Ain’t it hard now — to remember just who you were?
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| Bad dreams — of places you last saw years ago
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| Still pass before your eyes |