| You cut your ties, felt better off
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| Salutations to your son
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| Awoke to find you heading out
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| With your white collar undone
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| You placed a bar, I played a game
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| To see how low that I could go
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| We develop mental pictures
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| And we’re following our fathers down the drain
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| Do you recall the imagery from when I drove you away?
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| Through others' rose prescription lens
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| Man I’m sorry every day
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| Because we intersect internally
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| And then we take what we have and we run
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| And It all starts to unravel
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| Until we’re less than we were carrying before
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| I guess I expected more
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| Wake me, wake me up
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| Pictures of you smiling in times
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| When I just couldn’t be around
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| Hold me, hold me up
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| Count my rings to see how many winters
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| I’ve been stuck here under ground
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| Swore I’d not burn out
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| Digging through the memories
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| That made you feel alive when you were young
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| You were right to doubt
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| Broken since foundations
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| In the structures you were building came undone
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| Part of your charm was
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| The way you would push me from
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| All of the traps that I just couldn’t see
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| Figures the one that was there to
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| Have tripped you up
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| Would be the one
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| That was set there by me
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| Wish I was there to say goodbye when you went away
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| Wish I was home but noplace was there
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| I cut off my arm at the bone in solidarity
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| Capital teaches that there’s less when you share
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| I felt the noose tighten up on your collar bone
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| I felt the gun in the small of your back
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| Engraved in the stone
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| By request and recurse of friends dead is
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| «Tell me again that it’s all in my head.» |