| I lowered my glass to the table
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| I fashion this smile from a dream
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| The stars overhead bear their meaning
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| With the weight of the sky, or so it seems
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| Speak to the voices imagined
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| In stories you sing from afar
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| The tiniest voices resound from
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| From the murmur of the trace and the scars
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| Sometimes the threat comes back
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| Sometimes I look for me to find you there
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| This’ll be the last time
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| I’m gonna walk a straight line
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| This’ll be the last time
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| Gonna be my last crime
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| This’ll be the last time
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| This’ll be the last time
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| But we’re gonna have a big time
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| Yeah, we’re gonna have a big time
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| Cast out this bail and with witness
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| Like smoke from a railroad in Plume
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| Stone crumbled soft 'neath the bedside
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| In colors the earth left to ruin
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| Speak with a trace owed to tempest
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| Of a grace so unkind I don’t dare
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| You mind shows the power of proof that
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| That judgement’s a specter in prayer
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| Sometimes the threat comes back
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| Sometimes I look for me to find you there
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| This’ll be the last time
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| I’m gonna walk a straight line
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| This’ll be the last time
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| Gonna be my last crime
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| This’ll be the last time
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| This’ll be the last time
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| But we’re gonna have a big time
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| Yeah, we’re gonna have a big time
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| The weight of your mind holds to capture
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| Closin' your eyes holds the key
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| Imagine a world that’s livin'
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| Imagine an air you can breath
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| So I raise up my glass to the sky now
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| I lower the lights to a purr
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| I weep at the sight of your virtue
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| To ward off the demons for sure
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| Sometimes the threat comes back
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| Sometimes I look for me to find you there
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| This’ll be the last time
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| I’m gonna walk a straight line
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| This’ll be the last time
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| Gonna be my last crime
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| This’ll be the last time
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| This’ll be the last time
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| But we’re gonna have a big time
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| Yeah, we’re gonna have a big time
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| Oh now, we’re gonna have a big time
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| We’re gonna have a big time |