| Roam the gloaming of the highway
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| I’ll follow your hesitant steps
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| Observing the hastening world beside us
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| I lean forward to slow you down
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| Nobody watches us from their glass boxes
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| The days are moving fast ahead
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| Shifting in between day and night
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| As the roads curl before them, we’re alone
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| Hand out your troubles, give me your pain
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| I’ll plant them next to the thorns in my veins
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| Tie your limbs to my crippled life
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| Hang on, I’ll carry you around
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| Storms lay down and come to rest
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| Confusion returns to how it’s always been
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| I let you replace the taste of my pain
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| With the comforting of your frail skin
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| Hand out your troubles, give me your pain
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| I’ll plant them next to the thorns in my veins
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| Tie your limbs to my crippled life
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| Hang on, I’ll carry you around |