| Draw the silver line
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| Wish me well or wish me not
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| It became apart of us
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| It wasn’t what I thought it was
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| March in single file
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| Never enough to fill that cup
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| But when you finally drink it up
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| It won’t be what you thought it was
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| I’ll be going away for a little while
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| Getting on a plane
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| Thinking about not landing
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| Change my name, my job, my face
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| Its awfully low the place you hide me in
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| You’re crazy if you think I’m that weak
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| There’s no changing my mind
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| I’m not that guy
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| I kept it in my head like a fever
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| It wasn’t what I thought it was
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| It wasn’t at all the way we had planned it to be
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| I’m passed this stage
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| I kept a heavy heart on my sleeve
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| You’re make-believe
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| Draw the silver line
|
| Wish me well or wish me not
|
| It became apart of us
|
| It wasn’t what I thought it was
|
| March in single file
|
| Never enough to fill that cup
|
| But when you finally drink it up
|
| It won’t be what you thought it was
|
| Smile for the rich and for the paid
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| But nothing to say
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| (I can feel it)
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| I can feel a change in the way you call my name
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| (I can feel it)
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| No I am not a rich man
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| No fancy cars
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| No golden rings
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| (I can feel it)
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| But I can feel a strange sense of blame placed on me
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| Not hard to see…
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| You’re crazy if you think I’m that weak
|
| There’s no changing my mind
|
| I’m not that guy
|
| I kept it in my head like a fever
|
| It wasn’t what I thought it was
|
| It wasn’t at all the way we had planned it to be
|
| I’m passed this stage
|
| I kept a heavy heart on my sleeve
|
| You’re make-believe
|
| Draw the silver line
|
| Wish me well or wish me not
|
| It became apart of us
|
| It wasn’t what I thought it was
|
| March in single file
|
| Never enough to fill that cup
|
| But when you finally drink it up
|
| It won’t be what you thought it was |