| Put the house up for sale
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| Let it sink into real
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| Let it slip down
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| Into something I can feel
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna be here
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| But I don’t wanna be gone
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| I just wanna feel
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| Important to someone
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| It’s compounding
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| In the bottom bunk
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| Of my oldest son’s room
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| It’s surrounding
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| All the foolish hope
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| That you’re walking through that door
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| You’ve been draining me dry
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| And it’s all in the fractures
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| I’ve been losing my mind
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| Trying to hold it all together
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| It kills
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| And I never saw it coming
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| But now that I have, it kills
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| And I never saw it coming
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| But now that…
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| Take a walk through the park
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| Have a wrestle with God
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| Call him out on if there’s miracles or not
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| And if there’s ever a doubt
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| If it requires more faith
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| I can promise I would give up everything
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| It’s compounding
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| In the bottom bunk
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| Of my oldest son’s room
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| It’s surrounding
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| All the foolish hope
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| That you’re walking through that door
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| You’ve been draining me dry
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| And it’s all in the fractures
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| I’ve been losing my mind
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| Trying to hold it all together
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| It kills
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| And I never saw it coming
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| But now that I have, it kills
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| And I never saw it coming
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| But now that…
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| It’s not like we’re kids anymore
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| It’s not like we’re kids anymore
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| It’s not like we’re kids anymore
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| We have limited time
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| And it’s knocking on our front door
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| It’s not like we’re kids anymore
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| There are mountains of bills
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| And laundry all over the floor
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| It’s not like we’re kids anymore
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| We’ve got kids of our own
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| And we’re tearing them all apart
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| It’s not like we’re kids anymore
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| We are already home
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| And we just need to talk again
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| Yeah, we just need to talk again
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| Yeah, I just wanna talk
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| We just need to talk again
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| I just wanna talk
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| We just need to talk again
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| Yeah, I just wanna talk
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| You’ve been draining me dry
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| And it’s all in the fractures
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| I’ve been losing my mind
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| Trying to hold it all together
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| It kills
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| (It's not like we’re kids anymore.)
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| And I never saw it coming
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| But now that I have, it kills
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| (It's not like we’re kids anymore.)
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| And I never saw it coming
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| But now that… |