Songs of innocence play a sour tune.
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You tune the dial, but the static still remains.
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We fear the silence, so let's listen to the faceless name.
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Don't swing on my emotions and play off my actions.
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This isn't going to be another shot in the dark.
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But only another step closer to seperation.
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I'm not going to run this race forever.
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And this has everything to do with what you said last night.
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Ride the railroad that drives the nails and write it down in your diary.
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Because this is better than a photograph.
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This isn't going to be another shot in the dark.
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But only another step closer to seperation.
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Remember not remembering?
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It all ends here sometimes.
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Do you remember when we couldn't remember?
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It all ends here sometimes.
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Let's sit back, tip the glass, and say those were the days.
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Because this is where the sidewalk ends.
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Waving your hands goodbye.
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Please don't make me say the bitter words.
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This tears me apart...
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Goodbye.
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Where The Sidewalk Ends
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| The Lyndsay Diaries |
