This countdown
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To the day of departure has slowly been eating away
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It's a meltdown
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It's a personal torture I never saw coming my way
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I try to breathe deep
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I try to find sleep
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I try holding on to the same old song
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Just because of a brand new verse
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And I found what I always wanted
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As she walked away
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And I ran aground with this wound untreated
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Let it wash away
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So keep slipping
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I continue to try in vain just to pinpoint an answer
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I keep tripping
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On the same damn wire and no one came tumbling after
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Crawl back in reverse
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Wash off this new verse
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Then keep holding on to the same tired song
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'cause from here it will only get worse
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And I found what I always wanted
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As she walked away
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And I ran aground with this wound untreated
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Let it wash away
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Stitch me up (stitch me up)
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And bleed me out
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(It's over)
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Stitch me up (stitch me up)
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And bleed me out
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(It's over)
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Stitch me up (stitch me up)
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And bleed me out
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(It's over)
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Stitch me up (stitch me up)
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And bleed me out
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I found what I always wanted
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As she walked away
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And I ran aground with this wound untreated
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Let it wash away, let it wash away
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Stitches
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David Cook |