| Well I can still smell the Portland air
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| And it makes me sick to my stomach
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| To think of what you’ve become
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| These tall evergreens
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| And the lights of your city
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| Should have warned me long ago
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| That I fell way too fast
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| If mountains could talk
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| This one would share it’s secrets with me Of what it has seen
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| Of you and the way you move
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| So now that I’m listening
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| I’ve got my ear to the wall and my feet are touching the ground
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| I’m trying not to give myself away
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| But my heart is beating way too loud
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| And that got my thinking
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| One may never be as happy as one seems
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| So I’ll go ahead and give myself away
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| Cause this dream is taking all of me You won’t talk
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| And it remained
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| Just you and I overlooking these Portland lights
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| From the top of a mountain
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| In a park where you call home
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| From the top of a mountain
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| In a park where you call home
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| If mountains could talk
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| This one would share it’s secrets with me Of what it has seen
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| Of you and the way you move
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| So now that I’m listening
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| I’ve got my ear to the wall and my feet are touching the ground
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| I’m trying not to give myself away
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| But my heart is beating way too loud
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| And that got my thinking
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| One may never be as happy as one seems
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| So I’ll go ahead and give myself away
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| Cause this dream is taking all of me Things got a little crazy for me for that week
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| Where I drank myself stupid to the point where I couldn’t even speak
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| It’s beautiful here, I don’t ever want to leave
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| Then I thought about the unfortunate side effect
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| Of me being me And I remembered
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| Back where this leads
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| Back to the park where you call home
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| And me realizing
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| What back then
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| I should have known
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| I’d hate what you’d become
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| Well I can still smell that Portland air
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| So now that I’m listening
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| I’ve got my ear to the wall and my feet are touching the ground
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| I’m trying not to give myself away
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| But my heart is beating way too loud
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| And that got my thinking
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| One may never be as happy as one seems
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| So I’ll go ahead and give myself away
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| Cause this dream is taking all of me |