Wasted journey's, time spent better knowing nothing
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and looks, they don't help.
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Prying eyes wander west to where oceans meet gold,
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and you wonder why my heart, it breaks in two.
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Hours pass into minutes, kissing the seconds away,
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and days seem to melt just like your classic sumers.
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It's come to the point where, everything looses perspective...
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and i'm the one, and i'm the one who...
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Prying eyes wander west to where oceans meet gold,
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and you wonder why my heart, it breaks for you.
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Stupid things are said, stupid things are done
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and when the time comes
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i'll shout from high mountain tops.
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The Getaway Plan
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Funeral For A Friend |