I'm crawling down the pavement.
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Everything streams by.
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Everyone screams by.
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On the trip back home, I wasn't sure if I was going to make it.
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We crush what's coming.
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We can't recover.
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We leave what's empty and move down the line.
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Everything has made me bitter.
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I coughed up a smile tonight.
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I brought home a fake badge to wear around the house
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and show my loved ones how much I try.
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I've killed what's missing.
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The pavement is peeling.
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We've lost what's broken and saved each other.
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What's Missing Is Dead
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| Small Brown Bike |
