kid i held you with these arms that felt so hard
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you kept your chin up and i held my guard
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made a prison bed from a life i never led
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let me correct these mistakes you delight in
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God i hope i get it right ive been practicing tonight
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kid i hope it holds soime fraction of its feeling
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if you keep believing then ill keep on being
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a ghost in his prison bed short sheeted and shook dead
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looking at love he still hasnt made yet
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that i couldnt make to you baby, i can barely move
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kid you were wrong that wasnt me in that song
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you write the lie youd like to be
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when your life feels like a book you wouldnt read
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kid ive lived through others i made myself so mall
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i lived through a record one summer last fall
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the singer said something i could only feel
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i saw him this morning he still looked real real
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God i need him here tonight
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i just know hed get this right
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kid im a mess
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if it looked good youre seeing things i guess
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i changed my mind so many times im a strobe light
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flickering freak. the baby of the week
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im starting to see someone i could never be
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kid what went wrong? we had it all now its all gone
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i blew my mind out now its your turn to find out
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what we all need
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what we all mean
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im starting to see someone i dont want to be
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One Summer Last Fall
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| Jets To Brazil |
