| In vibrant hues and subtle brush strokes of memory
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| The life I’ve painted I’ve sold for a quick twenty
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| It’s on display now for the privileged and the wealthy
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| God, I despise their reassuring, lying eyes
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| Our home stands tall behind that foreclosure sign
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| Everything in boxes from another lifetime
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| Continental breakfast in the lobby
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| But they’re always out of coffee
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| Only a fool would think living could be easy
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| Only a fool would think living could be easy
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| This little motel room on I-80 west of nowhere
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| Why count the stars?
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| You’ll never know where you are
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| Somewhere light years from the world you used to know
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| Like a lock that doesn’t turn
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| Like a plant that doesn’t grow
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| Long for the words with hearts and wings
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| From five states over, I’m running from everything
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| Continental breakfast in the lobby
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| But they’re always out of coffee
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| Only a fool would think living could be easy
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| Only a fool would think living could be easy
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| Oh you know it breaks my heart
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| Watching your whole life fall apart
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| While bastards dance off with the night
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| As we try to break free with all our might
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| Only a fool would think living could be easy
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| Only a fool would think living could be easy
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| Only a fool would think living could be easy
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| Only a fool would think living could be easy
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| In vibrant hues and subtle brush strokes of memory
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| The life I’ve painted I’ve sold for a quick twenty |