A wall of sound might as well be brick
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A foreign town, you talk like you're a stewardess
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We joke about how life is not just photo booths and drunk truths
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But we will try, especially if it's hopeless
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I am fine in a loser museum,
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Yeah, we laugh a lot down here
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Waitin' on a chance, waitin' with each other
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Fillin' stop gaps with war stories for saps and savory flavor
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But are we waitin' for the slow roam?
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Are we waitin' for the give or go?
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You can stop it all on a dime
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And send crashing what's behind
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You know my heart won't break that easy
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I have found the hope in this
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I thought they were just days
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Shots of light raking nights' early hour stay
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Lately they've been a little bit more like a dog-ear folding on the passing page
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What we climb towards change
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Especially if it's hopeless
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But are we waitin' for the slow roam?
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Are we waitin' for the give or go?
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You can stop it all on a dime
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And send crashing what's behind
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You know my heart won't break that easy
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I have found the hope in this
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They say that natures hates a vacuum
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We haven't been kicked out just yet
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Find your aim, it doesn't matter what you think you were meant for
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Bury the pain, and he can't come back and tell who you are,
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It's just another day
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So find your aim, it doesn't matter who you think is deserving,
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The lines of paint, wash away with the line about
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How you're fine
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I am fine down here
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The traffic lights are changing, with no one stopped and waiting
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The days are long and staying, like dog ears on the pages
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One for all the laughs down here
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Because my heart won't break that easy
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I have found the hope in this
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I have found the hope in this
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Slow Roam
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| Polar Bear Club |
