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79 lines
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Was losing all my friends
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Was losing them to drinking and to driving
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Was losing all my friends
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But I've got 'em back
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I am on the mend
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At least now I can say that I am trying
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And I hope you will forget
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Things I still lack
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Yeah
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Yeah
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Is it in you now
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To barely hear the truth that you have spoken?
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Twisted up by knaves
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To make a trap for fools
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Is it in you now
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To watch the things you gave your life to broken?
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And stoop and build them up
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With worn out tools
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Yeah
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Yeah
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Yeah, yeah oh
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Yeah
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Nothing gets so bad
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A whisper from your father couldn't fix it
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He whispers like a bridge
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He's a river span
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And take all that you have
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And turn it into something you would miss if
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Somebody threw that brick
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Shattered all your plans
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Yeah
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Yeah
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Yeah, yeah oh
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Yeah
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Time to get the seeds into the cold ground
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It takes a while to grow anything
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Before it's coming to an end, yeah
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Before you put my body in the cold ground
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Take some time to warm it with your hands
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Before it's coming to an end, yeah
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It's coming to an end, yeah
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(It's coming to an end, yeah)
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Do you miss the blend
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Of colors she left in your black and white field?
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And do you feel condemned
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Just being there?
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I am not your friend
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I am just a man who knows how to feel
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I am not your friend
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I'm not your lover
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I'm not your family
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Yeah
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Yeah
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Yeah, yeah oh
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Yeah
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Time to get the seeds into the cold ground
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It takes a while to grow anything
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Before it's coming to an end, yeah
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__________________________
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Name Sowing Season (Yeah)
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Artist Brand New
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Album The Devil And God Are Raging Inside Me
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