| Footsteps through the hollow sound
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| Like the wind blew through the south cold
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| Hadn’t looked down, feared something
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| Beneath the old me, without any time
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| We all drifted out from these shores
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| Finding photographs and loveletters in bottles battered, worn
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| Shallow saltwater singing sore
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| You may not be mine
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| Friends they were shopping next door
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| Spending money on things that they couldn’t afford
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| Tide pulls too deep for me to hold
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| Standing still, still changing tide
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| Stay open, stay open
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| To catch my fault
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| What a shame that
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| I would splinter you
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| Or hinder you at all
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| Won’t give my love for free
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| Won’t give my love for free
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| Oh, but please, take it from me
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| Trying to send my bitter rhyme
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| But outside from your jokes I’m left to die cold
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| It is a long drive in my thoughts
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| Dance slow behind
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| Show me that you dried in the sand
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| Your favorite book with no pages, I’m a shell of a man
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| I’m fumbling with two sets of keys
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| But I’m setting 'em down
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| Words crawl under my skin
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| Like the wind from the north of your hair
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| Last fall we buried dead plans
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| Choke dying plans
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| Last fall we buried dead plans
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| Choke dying plans
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| Stay open, stay open
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| To catch my fault
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| What a shame that
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| I would splinter you
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| Or hinder you at all
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| Won’t give my love for free
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| Won’t give my love for free
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| Oh, but please, take it from me
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| Oh my god is falling in pieces
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| Oh my god this is falling apart
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| Oh my god is being turned over
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| Oh my god, this is out of my hand
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| Stay open, stay open (oh my god, falling to pieces)
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| To catch my fault
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| What a shame that (oh my god, falling apart)
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| I would splinter you
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| Or hinder you at all
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| Won’t give my love for free (Oh my god, turning it over)
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| Won’t give my love for free
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| Oh but please, take it from me |