Its ironic how I fall just to get back up again
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I fixed to cure this ailing bitter agony
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Maybe where the roads part you remember where we first met
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So tongue and cheek with stale irony, if it pleases you it pleases me
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Just an innocent call a telephone call
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Just an innocent call
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Now if you were in bloom I’d pluck your petals clean
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Although I don’t seem low I can promise you my egos running me
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Then I'd be called you were the only one that didn’t fold
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But I just broke right down for you in an attempt to gain control
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Maybe I'm a waste of time
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You were the only one that didn’t fold.
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Where The Road Parts
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| The Dear Hunter |
