| Look at this, it’s me, walking away.
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| Look at you drowning, on display.
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| Every time I’ve dropped by, I’ve tried to say
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| The water is rising.
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| You don’t want to stay.
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| It’s that sinking feeling. |
| you know what it’s bringing on.
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| You might as well say it,
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| I see it, I feel it.
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| This town is going wrong.
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| It’s turning away.
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| You wanted me to be someone that I could never be My new friends are offering things I’ve never dreamed
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| It’s beautiful,
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| I’d like for them to take me on…
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| The track mall gang went off
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| On the Tennessee goth. |
| a lunar moth,
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| You chrysalis and flail.
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| The water is rising. |
| you try to rappel.
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| A rousing cheer for the boy in the well.
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| It’s that sinking feeling. |
| you know what it’s bringing on.
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| You might as well say it,
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| I see it, I feel it.
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| This town is going wrong.
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| It’s turning away.
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| You wanted me to be someone that I could never be My new friends are offering things I’ve never dreamed
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| It’s beautiful,
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| I’d like for them to take me on…
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| Here is where I look back.
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| Here is where you fell.
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| This is where I got up,
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| Shaking off my tail
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| This is where your rope trick
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| Started to look stale.
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| A greyhound pass for the boy in the well.
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| It’s that sinking feeling
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| You know what it’s bringing on I might as well say it.
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| I see it, I feel it This town is going wrong.
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| It’s turning away.
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| You wanted me to be someone that I could never be My new friends are offering things I’ve never dreamed
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| It’s beautiful,
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| I’d like for them to take me on…
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| You wanted me to be someone that I could never be My new friends are offering things I’ve never dreamed
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| It’s beautiful,
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| I’d like for them to take me on… |