And if I could go back... Was heaven abound on the other side of them train tracks?
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I kicked the rocks as I watched you leaving. Thinking of how I could save you...
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And how close was your window... I should have gone through it.
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I should have been a roman. Oh how I know it...
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Be the rescuing type. Be reckless. Be bright.
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Do you sometimes hear that heroic heart beating behind bars?
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Yes that question is mine. Am I that rescuing type?
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So shook up. Many a thing I've seen but never seen a thing so messed up as someone in need and I stutter, I can't get up.
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Reminds me how you would like to sing but don't for fear of them blue notes.
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Should have gone through it, should have been a roman. Oh how I know it...
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Be the rescuing type. Be reckless. Be bright.
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Do you sometimes hear that heroic heart beating behind bars?
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Yes that question is mine. Am I that rescuing type?
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Break my heart in two so I can see what I'm supposed to do.
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I've covered it up layers black and blue... open it up, let me see that blood red truth.
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Break my heart. I'm ready to start to be the rescuing type.
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Be reckless. Be bright.
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Do you sometimes hear that heroic heart beating behind bars?
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Yes that question is mine. Am I that rescuing type...
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The Rescuing Type
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| The Rocket Summer |
