Well I¡¯m running out of new words to say
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The sky has been the grayest blue for days
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And the slowly growing sympathy waits for me on every face
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I¡¯m trying to figure out what clever is
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I look for clues in awkward silences
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And I don¡¯t know what happened but I¡¯ve been this way ever since
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And the truth that keeps me up at night
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Is somehow hard to recognize
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And the wall is keeping both my eyes closed
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Everybody knows
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There are elephants in every room I see
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They softly hum beneath the words we speak
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But we¡¯ve sugar coated everything and now it¡¯s rotting out my teeth
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And the truth that keeps me up at night
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Is the hardest thing to recognize
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The wall is telling my eyes to see and everybody knows but me
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To live you have to know what to ignore
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Decisions set the good and bad at war
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And your life is what you¡¯ve chosen but living is the back and forth
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And the truth that keeps me up at night
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It¡¯s the hardest thing to recognize
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And the wall is pulling my eyes closed
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And time¡¯s not what she used to be
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She¡¯s turned into an enemy
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And all that was in front of me is behind
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God knows how I tried
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Wool Over Eyes
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| Jon Mclaughlin |
