| Since the beginning of time
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| People been wonderin'
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| About the space in between
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| They’ve been turning it over
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| In their minds
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| Trying to figure out
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| The end they will meet
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| Skies of navy &cream
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| A sweet storm rising up
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| To take me back to the nest
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| When I wanna do something
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| I do it, ride it to the end
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| I ain’t backing down
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| I’ll ride you all, all over town
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| I’ll ride you all over town
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| «I go to pieces when I feel I’m running,"she said
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| «I go to pieces. |
| I’m running away. |
| I go to pieces feeling distances increasing,
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| yeah. |
| I go to pieces. |
| I feel I’m running away, «she said
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| It’s a skill that’s hard to master
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| One that completely passed
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| Her up on the road
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| Skipping generations like
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| A stone thrown hard
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| At her window
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| A break yet unknown
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| Skies of navy &cream
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| Sweet storm rising up
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| To take her back to her mess
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| Now she wants
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| A tattoo of a tear drop
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| On her finger
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| But it won’t fix a thing
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| Her child is her, her enemy
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| Her child is her enemy
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| «I go to pieces when I feel I’m running,"she said
|
| «I go to pieces. |
| I’m running away. |
| I go to pieces feeling distances increasing,
|
| yeah. |
| I go to pieces. |
| I feel I’m running away, «she said
|
| «I go to pieces when I feel I’m running,"she said
|
| «I go to pieces. |
| I’m running away. |
| I go to pieces feeling distances increasing,
|
| yeah. |
| I go to pieces. |
| I feel I’m running away, «she said
|
| «I go to pieces when I feel I’m running,"she said
|
| «I go to pieces. |
| I’m running away. |
| I go to pieces feeling distances increasing,
|
| yeah. |
| I go to pieces. |
| I feel I’m running away, «she said
|
| «I go to pieces when I feel I’m running,"she said
|
| «I go to pieces. |
| I’m running away. |
| I go to pieces feeling distances increasing,
|
| yeah. |
| I go to pieces. |
| I feel I’m running away, «she said |