| Gonna take just a trip to feel out what I’ve been trying to hide
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| I don’t know, how it happened
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| Gonna glean now a new kind of proof that is likely all I’ve needed to move
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| All I know is I can take it
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| Recollections that I hardly want to be done
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| All I know is I’ve been mistaken
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| …And to think about the times that I could not change, ohhh
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| Tell me when you want to ride
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| Throw it all away at times
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| Hung upon the setting sun
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| Show me your lies, pale sleaze, blank cry
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| Anything would be alright
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| Shuffling through your disguise
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| Gonna make just a wish to plead that the stillness doesn’t come to ring
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| But that I can paint it
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| I’m burning out
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| Well is running dry
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| Can’t imagine why
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| Showing me truth, salt breeze, clay shrine
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| Revelation screened
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| Painted on as though they seem
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| And it’s all of, all of your own
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| Recollections that I hardly want to be done, all I know is I’ve been mistaken
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| And it’s all of, all of your own
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| Recollections that were once seen have been undone
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| And it’s all of, all of your own
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| All of, all of, on your own |