Broken yolk in western sky
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My stomach turned, my mouth went dry
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And I knew I'd never know fear before
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I pressed my palms into the seat
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And with one last look at you next to me
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I kicked open the sliding door
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And I threw myself out on the road
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Torn flesh and broken bones
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And in the shoulder's patchy grass
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I faded into your past
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I know it was a cowardly thing to do
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And that an explanation is not an excuse
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I just need you to understand
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My love is like some kind of greed
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Of equal portions 'want' and 'need'
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And I cannot divorce the two
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I could not sleep at all
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With all the rumble strip close calls
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And in the gravel and scattered trash
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I faded into your past
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When you think twice you arrive at the same conclusion
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And it's bad advice only if you use it
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And then you disappeared from view
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And you became somebody new
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Near the exit's overpass
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I faded into your past
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Broken Yolk In Western Sky
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| Benjamin Gibbard |
