carry this picture for luck
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kept in a locket
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tucked in your coller
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close to your chest
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make it a secret
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shown to the closest friends
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and meet me at quarter to 7
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the sun will still shine then
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at this time of year
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we'll head to the inlet
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and we'll share a bottle there
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and color the coast with your smile
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its the most genuine thing
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that ive ever seen
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i was so lost
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but now i believe
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and follow me south of the big docks
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they teather the boats
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the rich men revere
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as so important
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they hire our fathers to steer
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and down to the edge of the water
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where we'll spill our guts
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and we'll name our fears
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i'll give you this picture
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keep it and dont
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be
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scared
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and color the coast with your smile
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its the most genuine thing
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that ive ever seen
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i was so lost
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but now i believe
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and the coast
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your smile is the most genuine thing
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that ive ever seen
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i was so lost
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but now i believe
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and i believe
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now i believe
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now i believe
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Carry This Picture
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| Dashboard Confessional |
