| Cold and calloused and looking for balance
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| The older I get the more I’m searching for silence
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| Cause the silence speaks a thousand words
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| Bold and banished, beginning to panic
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| The more that I fret the more the feeling is frantic
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| I’m burning gold and red
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| How’d you wind up next to me?
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| You were miles beyond the display
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| How’d you wind up next to me?
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| You were miles beyond the display
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| Miles above my everything
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| Miles beyond the display
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| Up above it, living up above it
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| We were up above it, living up above it
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| We were up above it, living up above it
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| We were up above it, living up above it
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| How’d you wind up next to me?
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| You were miles beyond the display
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| How’d you wind up next to me?
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| You were miles beyond the display
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| Miles above my everything
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| Miles beyond the display
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| Miles above my everything
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| Miles beyond the display
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| Miles above my everything
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| Miles beyond the display |