| Wildflowers grow along the fence line
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| In this «better keep the meter running"life
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| Beautiful and purple in the sunlight
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| Trying to put down roots 'cause it’s their right
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| I know some may say they’re weeds but I’m not bothered
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| Nothing delicate like that lasts very long
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| Just 'cause you were not invited to the party
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| Don’t mean you can’t dance when they put on your song
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| It’s been a great lake summer
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| Busted taillights out on fifty-five
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| Windows open, headed south to Pontiac all night
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| This legacy of sadness that’s in my people
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| Reservations like the color of my eyes
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| Yeah it’s harder to pretend, but we survive
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| Inheritance don’t have to be a treasure
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| Cruelty in the bathroom mirror light
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| Misery you carry like an anchor
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| That was meant to keep you from drifting with the tides
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| Irrational as it may seem, I guess I’m sorry
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| Even though I know that none of it’s my fault
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| It is easier for me to count my blessings
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| Than to cry for every single thing we’ve lost
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| It’s been a great lake summer
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| Busted taillights out on fifty-five
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| Windows open, headed south to Pontiac all night
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| This legacy of sadness that’s in my people
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| Reservations like the color of my eyes
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| Yeah it’s harder to pretend, but we survive
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| I ran to Baltimore, I could run to Rome
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| I have run most everywhere, but nothing ever feels like home
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| When I get to California, I will kiss her poison lips
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| And reach the logical conclusion, then I’ll turn and run again
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| It’s been a great lake summer
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| Busted taillights out on fifty-five
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| Windows open, headed south to Pontiac all night
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| This legacy of sadness that’s in my people
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| Reservations like the color of my eyes
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| I could lie to you, but I won’t waste your time
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| Yeah it’s harder to pretend, but we survive
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| Yeah… |