this town makes my mind slow down
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lines in my face like highways now
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chasing breezes, kicking boulders
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and all of the while just getting older
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i leave pieces of paper
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pieces of myself along the way
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out the window, out the window
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and i tell myself that
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i'll come back for them before i go
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and then i won't sing this song tomorrow
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reason calls i'm never listening
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there's always something more distracting
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and you take everything so seriously
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then you leave and burn up on re-entry
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for happy endings
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all these little victories
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gathered up and hung on the wall like trophys
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i tell myself that
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i've been down this road before
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so i won't sing this song anymore
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i've been down this road before
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so i won't sing this song anymore
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i've been down on myself enough before
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so i won't sing this song anymore
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Happy Endings
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| Something For Kate |
