| Just shy of Breakin' Down
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| There’s a bend in the road that I have found
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| Take a left at loneliness
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| There’s a place to find forgiveness
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| With clouds adrift across the sky
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| Like heaven’s laundry hung to dry
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| You slowly feel it all will be revealed
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| Where evening shadows come to fall
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| On the awful and the beautiful
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| Every wound you feel that needs to heal
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| And silence yearns to hear herself
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| Some long lost memory rings a bell
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| Old pre-Civil War brick house
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| Standin' tall and straight somehow
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| Mailbox full of weariness
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| And a word of hard won happiness
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| Leave behind your Sunday best
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| You know we couldn’t care a less
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| Out here we’ve learned to leave the edges wild
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| And stories they get passed around
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| And laughter — it gets handed down
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| Read it in the lines around a smile
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| Our bodies' motion comes to rest
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| When we are at last |