| Misery bangs at your front door
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| My arms are not so strong to swim against this anymore
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| But I don’t claim to have this figured out
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| Maybe the difference is in that, maybe I’m starting to see it
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| You’ve got me in your peripheral vision
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| You’d rather have me in your rear view
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| At times things don’t go as expected
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| May I have your attention?
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| Meet me again behind front lines
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| Outside my window I can see the leaves have changed
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| But my heart is constant
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| I don’t claim to have this figured out
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| Maybe the difference is in that, maybe I’m starting to see it
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| You’ve got me in your peripheral vision
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| You’d rather have me in your rear view
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| At times things don’t go as expected
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| What were those words that you said?
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| And may the road rise to meet your feet
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| I know you are tired, but don’t admit defeat
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| You’ve got me in your peripheral vision
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| You’d rather have me in your rear view
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| At times things don’t go as expected
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| May I have your attention? |