While Kansas city sleeps
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cloaked in the twilight of this valley
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at this church cross standing
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roadside from a tree
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I keep driving to the most desolate seclusions
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my blackest secrets still imprison me
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and why don't we say what we really feel?
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Whenever things are at their best...
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whatever lies will help you rest
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whenever things are at their best...
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why do we wait for them to fall apart?
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fall apart
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Waking to the after-taste
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of cheap wine and bad decisions
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my heart trembles in this morning prayer
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I could shield my eyes
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from this inner most seductions
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but still somehow you found me there
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and why don't we say what we really feel?
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Whenever things are at their best...
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whatever lies will help you rest
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whenever things are at their best...
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why do we wait for it to fall apart?
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And it's probably safe to say
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I'm not the world safest bet
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I've never been too good at being good
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and its probably safe to say...
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Whenever things are at their best...
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whatever lies will help you rest
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whenever things are at their best...
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why do we wait for it to fall apart?
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Whenever things are at their best...
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whatever lies will help you rest
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whenever things are at their best...
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why do we wait for it to fall apart?
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Whatever Lies Will Help You Rest
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| Ataris |
