look ahead and see the place to meet me
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is only about halfway
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but fissures running up your face defeat me
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and echo the words i say
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it's a stone I would throw after-
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but you're much too far away
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and i'd be sure to miss
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you'll remember i said this, one day
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consider the lesser ones
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your daughters and yes, your sons
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let it come, and with it bring
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feeling anew
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(but) it don't mean a thing
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(to you)
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you give only broken hints for weeks now
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so tell me how did you fare?
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i don't think we've spoken since you found out
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and maybe i shouldn't care
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so in self pity drown when you're down under water
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wishing you were there
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how long will you last
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without ever coming up for air?
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another day goes by and still i wait for you
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still, i cannot deny the things i know are true
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we'll wait it out and see, a minute more
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a minute more
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consider the lesser ones
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your daughters and yes, your sons
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if you ever want them back
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then maybe try meeting them where they're at
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Lesser Ones
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Yellow Second |