those nights disappeared like words written in the sand
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and we think it makes us better off
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and then we laughed about the loss
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but there's a thousand miles of pavement between you and I
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I'd drive another hour just to get me home tonight
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but you don't have the eyes to see
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the writing on the wall that says I'm sorry
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you can't say a word tonight, the stars have got you hypnotized
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spit out all those lies before you choke on them
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it's not to late to make amends, when all our lives turn to quicksand
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frustration, so tired, things don't seem better
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after all frustration, so tired, things don't seem better off
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at all can't you see it's killing me
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Quicksand
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| Halfwayhome |
