| Talking about family
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| Talking about trees
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| Driving through the tracks and cones
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| Brings a bitter boy to his knees
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| Wrap him up in coattails
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| Water soaked in pine
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| Each time we come back around
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| He’s wandering off and cluttering minds
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| Weld it up
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| Taking the long talk home
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| And my arms start grating
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| My mind is shaken
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| We walk it off
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| Taking the long talk home
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| My legs start grating
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| My mind is shaking it off
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| Golden silence courted
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| Bread and cheese with wine
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| We’ve won it and We’ll horde it
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| This silence in our lines
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| Wake me up and roll me out
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| Before I get to running up twice
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| Talking over family
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| Talking over trees
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| We’ll talk about the bad blood
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| Let’s talk about the thieves
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| Don’t wake me because I’m nervous
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| And I’ve been falling down
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| Don’t take her for a goddess
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| That’s not how goddess sounds
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| We’ll make them all return it
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| When the time is right
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| And call them to the borders
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| Cause the war has come
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| I’ve been sunken from long ago
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| Your head is right and your body knows
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| You’re over faith and you’re over time
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| You’re over fate and you’re over lines |