| Flooded out of a basement home
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| It’s her fifteen years ago
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| It’s me in a couple more
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| What it means to true of your essence
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| I guess I’ll never know
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| Won’t the birds sing the dawn in?
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| So I turn to you for spiritual leveling
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| Like an open window open to anything
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| It’s no bullshit of a tactic
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| It’s how long it can keep me distracted
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| But oh, what perfect timing
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| I’m coming out
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| Could you come pick me up?
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| If I could drive, Abby, you know I would
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| As there’s only so long you can live with what you only know
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| Only know
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| Only know
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| So I turn to you for spiritual leveling
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| Like an open window open to anything
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| And it’s not much, but it’s nothing
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| And enough to keep me from smoking
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| But oh, what perfect timing
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| Why did I turn to you for help with burning?
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| Why did I turn to you for help with burning?
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| Why did I turn to you for help with burning?
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| Why did I turn to you for help with burning?
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| For help with burning |