| It’s never felt so hot within these walls between the cracks
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| As we forget our manners days slow down and I relapse
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| Dear Dad — I’m having trouble feeling sad
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| Your words find secret pathways through my spine
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| Inside my teeth I’ll scream — I know that I miss you — I know that I miss you
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| Inside my teeth I’ll scream
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| Those diamond streets, invisible runways buried beneath
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| And I was wrong this time — oh I was so wrong
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| Every other morning I wake up lost and tired from dreaming
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| As we distill our vision nights grow long — void of real meaning
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| Dear Dad — I’m having trouble feeling sad
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| Your words find secret pathways through my spine
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| Inside my teeth I’ll scream — I know that I miss you — I know that I miss you
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| Inside my teeth I’ll scream
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| Those diamond streets, invisible runways buried beneath
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| And I was wrong this time — oh I was so wrong
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| And Dad you don’t know the half of it this time
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| You told me what was yours would soon be mine
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| You taught me to no longer be afraid — no longer be afraid
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| Those diamond streets, invisible runways buried beneath
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| And I was wrong this time — oh I was so wrong |