Let's get together and talk about the modern age.
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All of our friends were gathered there with their pets
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just talking shit about how we're all so upset about the disappearing ground.
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As we watch it melt....
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It's all of the good that won't come out of us
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and how eventually our hands will just turn to dust,
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if we keep shaking them.
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Standing here on this frozen lake.
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I do this thing where I think I'm real sick
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but I won't go to the doctor to find out about it
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Cause they make you stay real still in a real small space
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As they chart up your insides and put them on display.
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They'd see all of it, all of me, all of it.
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All the good that won't come out of me
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and all the stupid lies I hide behind.
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It's such a big mistake
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lying here in your warm embrace.
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Oh, you're almost home.
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I've been waiting for you to come in.
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Dancing around in your old suits going crazy in your room again.
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I think I'll go out an embarrass myself by getting drunk and falling down in
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the street.
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You say I choose sadness
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that it never once has chosen me.
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Maybe you're right...
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Let's talk about all of our friends who lost the war
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And all of the novels that had yet to be written about them.
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It's all the good that won't come out of them
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and all the stupid lies they hide behind.
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It's such a big mistake
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Standing here on this frozen lake.
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It's all of the good that won't come out of me
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And how eventually my mouth will just turn to dust
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If I don't tell you quick.
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Standing here on this frozen lake.
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The Good That Won't Come Out
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Rilo Kiley |