Don't leave me in this room
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The walls are closing in
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This is the space I used to say
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The line is drawn for you each day
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But every day you show
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With sound of caving walls
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Some day this song will have no pulse
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And I'll cave alone
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But there we are
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Waiting for your answer
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Your arms speeded elation
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Beating out your salvation
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But when the tape stopped you were gone
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A half measure from home
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home, home
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This week I recreate
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Edit you back into
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The blare that could define you
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Coveted by few who knew
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The phone rings without pause
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This grief wills everyone
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All I have is our shitty song
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How could it ever be enough?
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Here we are in our final accord
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A mortician and his tools
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Sonically bury you
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You could have chose another chord
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to resolve on
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on, on
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Resolve
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Lagwagon |