They tell me you walk on the water now
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I know who showed you the stones
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You pray that I banish my appetite and lie there alone
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I hope that you've practiced your instrument
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I fear it will take you away
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You ain't the type to be traveling, so why not just stay
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Here it is morning for some folks
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And twilight for those of us left
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Who sleep while the soldiers get sunstroke
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And make little fools of ourselves
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Are we supposed to get good at this?
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What does it mean to give up?
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Why did I call you? I shouldn't be giving a fuck
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Answer these questions for everyone
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So maybe they'll stop asking me
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What really happened and where is your masterpiece?
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Here it is morning for some folks
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And twilight for those of us left
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Who give up the dangers of sunstroke
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And make little fools of ourselves
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They tell me you walk on the water now,
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but I know who showed you the stones
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I need some things to look forward to
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Maybe these colors will fade
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I never meant to get bored with you
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But I never meant to stay
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Sunstroke
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| Jason Isbell |
