Feet slipping on the porch to my house
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Iced easy you can track in the snow
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Duel gunning it happened the last time
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Stop talking watch your head on the car
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Cats Cradle and hail to the Rat King
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Teeth sharpened on our broken bones
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Look straight in the eyes of the hopeless
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You can't swing if you don't use your arms
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It's not like I was lost for a purpose
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I lost purpose and purposefully froze
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So be good if you think it can save you
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yeah, be good if you're comfortably numb
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And i will do my best to breathe with
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I was happy I thought I'd escaped you
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Pearl gates and a street made of gold
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My memory it serves like a beat boy
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I'm too stubborn and scared to be home
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I'm finding out that there's actually a purpose
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I'm caught cabbin' on the way to your home
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Your body's asleep in a wheelchair
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I'll start rolling you down toward the cars
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And I will do my best to plead with
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So let go of the sorrowful groaning
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Let go of the ones you admire
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It's not like I was devious or boastful
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My arms waving, I'm saying goodbye
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And I will do my best to breathe for you
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Mighty
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Manchester Orchestra |