the door is closed
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the lock is latched and i'm the first to have my
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fingers under this one
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could anyone see them?
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i got both hands on the knob
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pulling as hard as i can
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please don't move me
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so i pull my collar high
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too slow to move any pace i try
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could April come any sooner?
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I'm packed and I'm pacing around
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can't wait for tomorrow
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I'm marking out the
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days coming up
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so far away and we're still here
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are we coming back down?
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these year long hours
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clock ticking backwards
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RVA grew dark and grey for the winter
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this time I'm breaking out
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say goodbye to yesterday
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Can't Wait
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| Race The Sun |
