The field is ever-open for a silent reckoning
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With the space and time you wanted to forget the grass was green
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I know the air never easy over on that hatchback seat
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With the sound of lonely counting down where hoping didn't meet
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And the sun went down on the parking lot
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And we sat love down to connect the dots
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If I could lift you up or take it back, I would
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But would you still mistake me for the hell I was making?
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Cause I don't want to go to heaven in these shoes
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You wore a jacket that held benefit to be happy more than right
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While I wore a dress to pitch a fit, you were there, holding the lights
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Well, if it ever makes a difference, I'm sorry I could never see
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While I was counting up the problems, in the middle, there stood me
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While the sun went down on a parking lot
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And we sat love down to connect the dots
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If I could lift you up or take it back, I would
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But would you still mistake me for the hell I was making?
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Cause I don't want to go to heaven in these shoes
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A wise man once told me, "You should think before you talk
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Let the horse out of the stable and let a grown mand walk."
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Now, tears are running down my cheekbones and my motor's stuck on "E"
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I'm crying wolf for something but my tears don't say a thing
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And the sun went down on a parking lot
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And we sat love down to connect the dots
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If I could life you up or take it back, I would
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But would you still mistake me for the hell I was making?
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Cause I don't want to go to heaven in these shoes
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And now, I can't lie
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I've set my mind on you
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Now, I can't lie
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I've set my mind on you
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In These Shoes (Parking Lot Part 1)
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| Aslyn |
