| From this grizzled bench seat; |
| bolt-on frame all the stains
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| Of a junkyard sale
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| I’m wondering if it’s not just youth… you know?
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| Old woes won’t waste a conversation
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| If only you could see my narrow throne’s got a view to everything
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| You won’t win to bind a heart that’s found belief
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| Hope doesn’t disappoint it only dreams
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| So take your take your time
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| Gaze while the air streaks by the static
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| Doesn’t make much sense with your back to expectation
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| This battered second guess reflex just lost its grip on me
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| Regrets misplaced in time won’t hope to choke ambition now
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| And for all you know, friend you can’t afford to miss the ratio
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| These rusty suburbs leave no space for truck stop raids
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| And these dedication songs
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| Just hold the meantime for something more
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| Through all this time did you really think I’d let you run my aspirations dry?
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| Give it up, cast up your eyes, just let me fill my life with light
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| Friends shouldn’t have to wage these wars, so let’s stop here |