| memories burn
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| on the black and white horizon
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| of your knowledge of
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| what was never said
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| youve had enough of the road
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| that was laid along beside you
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| like a lover meant
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| for another bed
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| and so you left in the morning
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| and all thats left behind you
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| are the fading frames
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| that youve got instead
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| when youve had too much
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| and the weight of the expected
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| has got you feeling introspective
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| can I give you the perspective that you need
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| youve got a hazy head
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| but happy knees
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| and despite your inhibition
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| youll take it to the streets
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| watching every face that you see
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| and when youve had too much
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| well imagine a vacation
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| take us to the place that satiates elation
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| give us all the space that we need
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| I know you just wanna see me breathe
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| but you better just hold on
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| and come back to me
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| cuz Ill take you to the place where you
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| come down and just react
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| to what youre about to see
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| Ill take you to the place where you
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| come down and just react
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| to what youre about to see
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| youve had enough
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| too much
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| and all you have collected
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| is heavy with the taste
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| of ambition misdirected
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| bitter bout the pace that you keep
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| and so you left in the morning
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| and all thats left behind you
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| are the fading frames
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| that youve got instead |