Promises, oh promises, where are you hiding yourselves?
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In the heart of some pretentious love that is better off alone
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For several weeks I've known this is my last chance to whisper
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Some nonsense sentence of mild repentance
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For the things we all carry around
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Coffee grounds, a cold sore in April
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Your hair in my mouth
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It was all requested
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The bedroom eyes of a fallen angel
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Make for a clouded mind
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But how long did you know
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That someday you'd pack up
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And push off gently with a photograph, a cold memory
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And a letter that I didn't deserve?
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On the first line, it said wait and see
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And so I toppled to the floor
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Then the next time, you said wait and see
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And now I carry this around
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Tasting this complex device of the sounds that you make
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They were quite the anthem
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To correct a borrowed drama
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And a headful of nothing but a wound-tight ego
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A flowery speech, it's not
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This is my last chance to whisper
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Some boring line about frozen time
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And the things we all carry around
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On the first line, it said wait and see
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And so I toppled to the floor
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Then the next time, you said wait and see
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And I pulled my hair out from its roots
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On the downside, this was all my fault
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I know I chose the long road again
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But on the flipside, there's a wait and see
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And now I carry this around
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On the first line, it said wait and see
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And so I toppled to the floor
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Then the next time, you said wait and see
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And I pulled my hair out from its roots
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On the downside, this was all my fault
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I know I chose the long road again
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But on the flipside, there's a wait and see
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And now I carry this around
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The Things We All Carry Around
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Some By Sea |