My feet are shuffling
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The clouds roll in, the wind at my neck
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But every day's a thunderstorm
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I'm always walking back these days
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I live to pass time
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It makes sense in my mind
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But that's not a reason
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To keep this weak heart beating
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And I know that this place
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And these walls and this race
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Will melt down in one breath
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And leave it all behind me
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My feet are shuffling
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The clouds roll in, the wind at my neck
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But every day's a thunderstorm
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I'm always walking back these days
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My knees are quivering
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The cliff's edge so inviting, yeah
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The lightning hits my chest
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But the shock is so routine for me these days
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You stand up and I bow
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Right on, right now
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I'm always hoping for some enjoyment from disappointment
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I can feel the misery from some place deep inside of me
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My feet are shuffling
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The clouds roll in, the wind at my neck
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But every day's a thunderstorm
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I'm always walking back these days
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My knees are quivering
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The cliff's edge calls me
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The lightning hits my chest
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But the shock is so routine for me these days
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You make my bed, I'll make your day
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I'll write down every word you say
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And stuff it in a record sleeve
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And make sure no one ever, ever finds it
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Can you save me now?
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Someone, somehow
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Right on, right now
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Right On, Right Now
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