I still have your painting
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It's set on my wall
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and is the man behind you
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screaming come on home?
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will you come home?
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and if I only hurt you
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why sit in the winter cold with me for company?
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for I am just a black cloud
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don't you know you gut will let you down.
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and you still ask why
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we all day we are tired of feeling low
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we tired being low
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destroy a head but your your own
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but if we make it to see morning coffee
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I swear you'll find answer yeah I swear you'll find an answer
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I can see your father
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painted in the sky
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no there was not an artist
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not even a last goodbye
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so he longs to hear the words that will make you feel much better still what's better
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still i the cross you lay upon will say that i knew your gut would let you down
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we all day we are tired of feeling low
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we tired being low
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destroy a head but your your own
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but if we make it to see morning coffee
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I swear you'll find answer yeah I swear you'll find an answer
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we'll find hope
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there is a crisis in the slow lane
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are you figuring life out
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you will miss the point of the question of where you are
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WE ALL SAY
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WE ARE TIRED OF FEELING LOW
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TIRED BEING ALONE
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DESTORY A HEAD BUT NOT
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WE ALL SAY
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WE ARE TIRED OF FEELING LOW
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TIRED BEING ALONE
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DESTORY A HEAD BUT NOT
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YOUR OWN
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AND IF WE MAKE IT TO SEE MORNING COFFEE
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THEN I SWEAR YOU'LL FIND AND ANSWER
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YEAH I SWEAR YOU'LL FIND AN ANSWER
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Crisis In The Slow Lane
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| The Xcerts |
