| That’s what I wanted
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| It’s not as if we cry a river, call it rain
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| West Memphis is on fire in the light of day
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| Give me something, it ain’t enough
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| It ain’t enough
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| I take it for granted
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| If I could love you unconditionally
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| I could iron out the edges of the darkest sky
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| For some of us, it ain’t enough
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| It ain’t enough
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| And I take off driving
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| Past places, been tainted
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| I put on a good show for you
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| And when I turn back around
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| Will you drain me back out?
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| Will you let me believe that I broke through?
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| Tomorrow could feel like a hundred years later
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| I’m wiser and slow and attuned
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| And I am down on my knees
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| I’m a bird in the trees
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| I can learn to see with a partial view
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| I can learn to be easy as I move in close to you
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| And that’s what I wanted
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| It’s not as if we cry a river, call it rain
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| West Memphis is on fire in the light of day
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| Give me something, it ain’t enough
|
| It ain’t enough
|
| I take it for granted
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| If I could love you unconditionally
|
| I could iron out the edges of the darkest sky
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| For some of us, it ain’t enough
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| It ain’t enough |