I have it in me
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To meet my maker
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And ask him why he likes to play
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Such sick games with hearts and brains
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But i'm finding reasons
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To keep on breathing
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And learn from past mistakes
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I'm heading down hill
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With no lights
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Or breaks
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I carry scars from my former loves
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Bury our passing and holding our hands
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You kick the dirt to cover up the holes
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I stand before you a new man
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So I disarm
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I'm as open as a child's love but
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Still as uncertain as the where abouts of that
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Lost ring
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That you're looking for
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You're still looking for
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That you dropped somewhere
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On the dirty diner floor
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And I still remember
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The reasons why we
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Dropped everything that we were doing
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Just so we could fall asleep
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Some words that I said
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Have made some dents in
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Your delicate outer shell
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We can nurse this back to health
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poised for battle, i'm invincible
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i've had it made see i'm armor for skin
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You approach, you're finger outstretched
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You're plugging my only defenses
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So I disarm
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I'm as open as a child's love but
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I'm still as uncertain as the where abouts of that
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Lost ring
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That you're looking for
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You're still looking for
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That you dropped somewhere
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On the dirty diner floor
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But now you look at me with those eyes
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You tell me all those things you despise about me
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We can throw the furniture around
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And all the things we found
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And you could lock the door
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Leaving no way out
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I'm having conversations
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With the back of your head
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We're sleeping back to back
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On each side of the bed
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If I could just touch your shoulder once throughout the night
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And when we wake in the morning
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We'll be alright
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So now you look at me with those eyes
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You tell me all those things you despise about me
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We can throw the furniture around
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And all the things we found
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And you could lock the door
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Leaving no way out
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I'm having conversations
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With the back of your head
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We're sleeping back to back
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On each side of the bed
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If I could just touch your shoulder once throughout the night
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And when we wake in the morning
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We'll be alright
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If I could just touch your shoulder once throughout the night
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And when we wake in the morning
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We'll be alright
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Furniture
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| Joe Wilson |
