| You’re in the kitchen, I stare at our bed frame
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| I’m hearing your voice through the door
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| I will work my fingers to bones
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| To find us a way out of here
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| I buried my past down in Texas
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| Where I’m from, to live here with you tonight
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| I know the morning light
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| Will come like it always does
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| To tear us apart
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| But I don’t want to think about that right now
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| I just want to sit here and remember that little beach town
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| How the screendoor reflected the water
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| And your eyes in the picture we took
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| It left me with scars that are there for good
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| When we hit the bigtime
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| My darlin' I mean something
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| Like nothing the worlds ever seen
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| They’ll put us on the Silver Screen
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| A Silver Lining — with clouds that forgot how to rain
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| The day we finally escape
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| Is all I’m thinking about right now
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| I just want to sit here and remember that little beach town
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| How the screendoor reflected the water
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| And your eyes in the picture we took
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| It left me with scars that are there for good
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| It burned holes in me that were permanent |