i've got a painting in my head
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(one that will not soon fade)
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of twisted metal and broken glass.
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they say it all will fade in time,
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but it's tattooed on our hearts,
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and it's showing in our eyes.
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"wake up, so i can tell you about my bad day"
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now i hear a voice from behind,
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and it says "why don't we take our time tonight,
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cause we don't want another one"
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now the same fog is rolling in.
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i grasp the wheel as my heart races.
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what a way to start the new year.
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Wake Up
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| Small Towns Burn A Little Slower |
