| I can’t even get lost
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| When the woods are tall
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| And the light is low
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| And I always come back home
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| Like a hermit crab crawling
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| Past a shell she’s outgrown
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| A little less in control
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| A little duller each day
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| Like a painting fading on the living room wall
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| Where the light is low
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| Where the kids moved away
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| Where the parents are old
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| Where the mortgage gets paid
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| Just in time for the doctors to call
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| Power isn’t taking
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| It’s making you give in freely
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| And I hope you don’t come home
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| And think it’s enough to be near me
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| Did you know that most people die
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| Within a couple of miles
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| Of the place they spend their whole lives?
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| What can be said of desire
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| When every longing instilled in my heart
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| Was instilled in such a violent world?
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| My dad listens to you when he’s driving around
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| He says he likes the guitar sound
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| You’re my family still
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| Even though we don’t talk now
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| And I probably look strong
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| From the outside in with my curtains drawn
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| Like I don’t need your love at all!
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| I put my hand on your chest
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| I hope it beats when I leave you
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| Like a watch in the desk drawer
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| You’re my family still
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| Even though don’t talk now |