| Slow it down, keep an ear to the ground
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| And prepare for the worst, its coming, you feel it
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| Soak into your bones, burn the air in your lungs
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| Just when you thought you were in a safe place
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| Holding on, holding on while the world de-rails around you
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| Anticipate the crash and burn
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| Hoping the, hoping the tracks will bend before they break
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| Train-wrecks that we feel inside
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| Like there’s two trains colliding between you and I
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| And we search through the wreckage to find
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| All the pieces that we call our lives
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| Hear the sounds of past ghosts in this town
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| And hope for the best, its coming, you feel it
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| Is a house still a home when your crowded alone
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| With a crooked smile under a straight face
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| We search through the wreckage in this world so blindly
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| With hearts on our sleeves to find what we really need,
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| Holding on, holding on
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| Hoping the tracks will bend before they break |