I pulled the letter from my pocket
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You closed your door and I said, "Lock it."
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I wanna say to you, I've sincerely thought this out
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I felt the need to use this paper
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To list the things that tend to taper off
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Like conversations we complete under our breath
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When it hurts so bad
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And we act like nothing's wrong
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Are the little things enough to break this off?
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When the sun, it goes down on a parking lot
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Do you run? Do you fight? Do you not
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Settle down or can we still connect the dots?
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Cause we ain't gonna get there from here
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I give you time to crack your window
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Adjust your cap, the big crescendo
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I'm waiting for an anything to let me know your stance
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And you look over with those shadowed eyes
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And the windows fog as you try and size it up
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Is this the end? Is this the place where nothing lives?
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When it hurts so bad
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Is the damamge just too strong?
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Should it really be this hard to move along?
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When the sun, it goes down on a parking lot
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Do you run? Do you fight? Do you not
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Settle down or can we still connect the dots?
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Cause we ain't gonna get there from here
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When it hurts so bad
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Are we right where we belong?
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When it hurts so bad, so bad
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When the sun, it goes down on a parking lot
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Do you run? Do you fight? Do you not
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Settle down or can we still connect the dots?
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Cause we ain't gonna get there from here
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We ain't gonna get there
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We ain't gonna get there, not from here
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Can't Get There From Here (Parking Lot Song - Part 2)
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| Aslyn |
