Out here it's 95 degrees in the shade
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There's nothing left, but ashes of the plans we made
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I'll be the last one standing, I'm not afraid
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Of trippin' over myself, worrying 'bout
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the things they said
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It feels just like being alone
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I wish I was at home with you
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You're the only thing that's real
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All the books I've read just leave me cold
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Same lies, same confessions, same stories being told
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It's amazing how cheaply everyone's bought and sold
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How easy we break, how easily we fold
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And you know
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It feels just like being alone
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I wish I was at home with you
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You're the only thing that's real
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I can do anything
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Act like a fool or I can sing about you
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You're the only thing that's real
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It's so easy to stumble, so easy to lose your way
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It won't take much to forget what you're trying to say
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The Only Thing That's Real
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| Sister Seven |
