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35 lines
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Just sit down, and let it be, if only today, if only for me
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That day, what exactly were you selling, preach?
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It's misery, these screaming dreams, you see, we all gotta get so broken eventually
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And most shouldn't strut around with such confidence
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Because most of the time, your feet are the same whether he's there or not
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And most of the time, my feet were the same whether you were here or not
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And I take it hard, I take it to heart, and it tears me apart
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And I get so tired in that 3 o'clock sun
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It grows right on time, right in front of me
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I've seen some days, and in some ways, I'm always in and out of living in the now
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But it sheds years when you still smell the cedar
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Explain to me
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I wish I could find a god's teeth to grit them for him
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I'd cut off his ears, put them to my heart, he'd hear me break
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I'd make it obvious to see
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Show him a face like water frozen over
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A face that's absorbed everything
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Show him it was the wrong day
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Show him that i've seen my reach
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Explain to me
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Just sit down, let it be, if only today, if only for me
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I've tried to forget what was said after the fact
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I'm talking to my own soul
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I bottle these potent thoughts
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I'm not obtuse anymore
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I'm not talking to anyone
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I'm not a door anymore
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Explain to me
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Honestly, I don't know if I'd believe if you walked right on time, right in front of me
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_____________________
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Name Such Confidence
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Artist Pianos Become The Teeth
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Album The Lack Long After
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