I'm looking at you on deck for a landslide
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All skyline blue and car crash white
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Long moved away from where I should be
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I still struggle deep into the night
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Hear an impact sound
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A dirty ballpark brown
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I can let this bruise
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I can hate the news
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In the middle of your bloodshot eyes
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I see you long for the summer
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When all the time in the world was yours
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And the rest never mattered
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I can see through the middle of your sorry eyes
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That always change their colour,
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That saying goodbye don't mean what it used to
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Stuck beneath the landslide
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In your hands to see your lifeline
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Twist and turn, you're rough alright
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Tip-toein' back to where I should be
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I struggled deep into the night
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Hear an impact sound
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Don't turn around
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I can let this bruise
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I can hate the news
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In the middle of your bloodshot eyes
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I see you long for the summer
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When all the time in the world was yours
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And the rest never mattered
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I can see through the middle of your sorry eyes
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That always change their colour
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Then saying goodbye don't mean what it used to
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Stuck beneath the landslide
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Stuck beneath the landslide
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Stuck beneath the landslide
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In the middle of your bloodshot eyes
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I see you long for the summer
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Hear an impact sound
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Hear an impact sound
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In the middle of your bloodshot eyes
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I see you long for the summer
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When all the time in the world was yours
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And the rest never mattered
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I can see through the middle of your sorry eyes
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That always change their colour
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Then saying goodbye don't mean what it used to
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Stuck beneath the landslide
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In the middle of your bloodshot eyes
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I see you long for the summer
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When all the time in the world was yours
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And the rest never mattered
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I can see through the middle of your sorry eyes
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That always change their colour
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Then saying goodbye don't mean what it used to
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Stuck beneath the landslide
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Landslide
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| Matt Webb |
