| A song made me cry in Cleveland.
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| My heart, filled with doubt.
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| Would I die before New England?
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| I guess we’ll all find out.
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| Would you still love me if your world was passing me by?
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| Do you stil love me?
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| Why?
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| You’re so far away, a heart cast in plaster.
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| We can feed our vices if they cure our cancers.
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| We ask ugly questions and get ugly answers.
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| Separate my body and tongue so they can’t be held accountable for one another.
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| Separate my body and tongue as to not speak for weight on weathered shoulders
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| with strange devotion.
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| Still I would cling to this weight and sink down into the ocean.
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| Wake up in a strange land.
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| The ones who love us might say they understand…
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| they won’t.
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| They’re so far away, getting farther faster.
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| We can feed our vices if they cure our cancers.
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| We ask ugly questions and get ugly answers.
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| I guess that’s us.
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| Hey Mike, it’s me.
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| Call the guys.
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| Let’s get in the Hate Game and go far away from here. |