| She ran hard and her feet felt nothin'
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| A giant river twistin' to the top of the hill
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| And fell down hard, and man, it hurt
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| And bruised her body on the rocks and the dirt
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| See, to her this just feels weird
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| And very, very, very sad
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| But she won’t cry
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| She won’t laugh
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| She’ll come home, baby
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| If you take it all back
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| If you take it all back
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| And it was hard when he told her
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| Those ideas that never get finished
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| Well, that’s what we are
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| We’re like the places you just never see
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| You’d read about them, you know you’d love 'em
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| That’s how you fell in love with me
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| And to him, this just seems weird
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| And very, very, very sad
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| But don’t cry
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| Don’t laugh
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| Would you come home, baby
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| If I take it all back?
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| 'Cause I can take it all back
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| Look out…
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| And I’ve heard that we can be fulfilled
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| Like fireflies in a steel mill
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| We got fresh, pressed linens on the floor
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| But the landlord’s at the door
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| Saying, your check’s signed in disappearing ink
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| Your gold has broken all my teeth
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| And this past Christmas, the air was too dry
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| It set fire to the wreath
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| But we were warm and dry beneath
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| This is the last time you’ll do this to me
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| And oh, oh, oh, oh, Emily
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| You can’t hold your drink
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| And oh, oh, oh, oh, it has to be
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| What do you think?
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| Of this heavy smog warning?
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| Should we turn our tails and flee?
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| Or should we just sit tight and breathe deep? |