| There were days when you thought you would just go under
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| And the weekends that you never understood
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| When you flew from the bar only seventeen
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| You didn’t bleed and no one ever thought you would
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| And there where straights and lines and every sort of options
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| To stay away from broken mirrors and your friends
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| But the summer was strung with some mighty thread
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| And no law would never wait around no bend
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| Come see the hiding in rain, come see the stillness in all them ones
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| Come see the loveable strain of someone diving for all you know
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| Come see the strain of a reeling tribe
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| Come meet the criminals, of this Napoleon ride
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| And there were the nights when you thought we would just surrender
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| To the stories of the miracles of gulls
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| When you flew from your sheets where your hours gone
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| You never sleep and no one ever thought you would
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| Come see the hiding in rain, come see the stillness in all them ones
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| Come see the loveable strain of someone diving for all you know
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| Come see the strain of a reeling tribe
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| Come meet the criminals, of this Napoleon ride
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| There are illusions and then just not even wanting
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| To walk around a shiny peak of snow
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| What a picture that is to be saved for us
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| How it’s standing like it’s just for us to know
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| There was a time in my life when I was carried by all of you
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| Now I run like a man still don’t know what I dive into
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| Come see the strain of a reeling tribe
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| Come meet the criminals, of this Napoleon ride. |