| As we glide over whatever
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| We know to be over forever
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| I really hope the shame is less
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| For what we feel in times of stress
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| But, I guess that’s just depression
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| No sense in fighting it now
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| You had me caught in your headlights
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| You were running me down
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| We speak in tongues and start to teethe
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| Lift your voice and scrape your knees
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| Kids in love will plant a seed
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| Resurrect and start to breathe
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| I thought I was a creator
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| I’m here just hanging around
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| Got my messiah impression
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| I think I got it nailed down
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| I want to tell you we’re alright
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| Want to erase all your doubt
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| I’ve got this thorn dug in deeply
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| Sometimes I can’t get it out
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| Sometimes I can’t get it out
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| Sometimes I can’t get it out
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| Sometimes I can’t get it out
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| I’m strumming with a heavy wrist
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| Were you one of the cured kids?
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| My shins burn for the replica youth
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| I hope that we can eject soon
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| Because I don’t want to surrender
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| Or lose your face in the crowd
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| I finally found all my courage
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| It was buried under the house
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| Not just a manic depressive
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| Toting around my own cloud
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| I’ve got a positive message
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| Sometimes I can’t get it out
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| Sometimes I can’t get it out
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| Sometimes I can’t get it out
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| Sometimes I can’t get it out |