| All the possibilities
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| Things you can pick up and look beneath
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| Just watch your step
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| Don’t fall between the blanks in your memory
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| There’s an anchor sinking in the sound of a sense of lack that follows you
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| around
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| Years went by but I know it don’t matter what you think of me
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| I’m awake; |
| don’t let me go back to sleep
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| Like a fugitive who just quit running
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| Who found out there’s no where to escape
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| Some mistakes can’t be undone
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| It will never be like it was
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| Wishing for it only makes it worse
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| There’s some demons waiting down south
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| Some kind of confederate ghost
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| It holds me close shows me the way to go
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| Until I’m sure I’m lost
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| I built a workshop to find myself
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| Where I can dig in the corners climbing spider webs
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| It’s a polaroid cemetery of every look you’ve ever given me
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| I’m awake; |
| don’t let me go back to sleep
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| Like a fugitive who just quit running
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| Who found out there’s no where to escape
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| Some mistakes can’t be undone
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| It will never be like it was
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| Wishing for it only makes it worse
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| Keep on riding capture feeling
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| It’s an outline of a real connection
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| Treat your desires as what they are
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| Imposters and lonely invitations
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| Some mistakes can’t be undone
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| It will never be like it was
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| Wishing for it only makes it worse |