| I can’t settle down
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| With the cracking sound
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| Of broken bonds still ringing in my head
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| Laughter stops stomach knots
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| No one wins the mountain top
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| The steel gets tired of the rust and folds
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| Never in control
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| History does not disappear or get old
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| Let me get this straight it’s all around and written off
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| As a life expense
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| Nothing can come in between, I will not pretend
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| Where I am and where I’ve been, I will not pretend
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| That everything is permanent
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| 1923, 25, 29 and feeling fine
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| Trying not to shake the kid
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| Holding on underneath for dear life
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| The quiet whispers close to my ears are getting hard to hear
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| Drown out by the sound
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| And lights of nice quiet normal successful life
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| Let me get this straight it’s all around and written off
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| As a life expense
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| Nothing can come in between, I will not pretend
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| What I love and who I am, I will not pretend
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| That everything is permanent
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| I couldn’t finish what I started
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| It scared the shit out of me
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| I couldn’t finish what I started
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| Observing history
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| I couldn’t finish what I started |