Never found our way out again
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Cause to trace this blood trail is more than I can bear
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This is my spring I finally fixed the car, floored out of here
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I'll find out who my friends are, the ones waiting tomorrow morning
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I pushed this away so hard, this is my spring, fixed the car today
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I wish I were lighter, the weariness weighs too heavily on me.
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This is my spring still cold enough for snow from planes tracing seams
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Across the sky overhead seed the soil left to fallow too long
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With pamphlets proclaiming "falls finally dead"
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The steering wheel never mine to turn
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Now it turns on any tangent but around
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That's something you still have to learn
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With the muffler my memory removed
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I'm spared the sound, never found our way out again;
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Never found our way out again
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Cause to trace this blood trail is more than I can bear
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From planes tracing seams across the sky overhead
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Seed the soil left to fallow too long
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With pamphlets proclaiming "falls finally dead"
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ˇ°just like! Growing up!ˇ±
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So much like growing up falling becomes fallen and buried alive
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But buoyancy keeps it up survive, keeps it alive (x 7)
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Birth of a Mile
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| Anatomy Of A Ghost |
