It's a big house,
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With all this things you assume and sure of
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In the big world
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With all these things you never heard of.
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But fix me up now, if it seems that I need fixing
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Correct me, if I stand to be correct it, mhm
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It's a sad song
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All these worlds you heard enough of
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Pray for wthat you are
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With only side you wanna follow
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Left me up now, let me walk amongst the gifted
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If I'm asking too much, just as please, be comfort in, oh
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Every morning when you're mean
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To keep your hands clean
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It's running down your arms
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Casting shadows on your heart
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You show me how to die
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cut the price on how to cry
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You show me out of time
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Yes I'll catch you by and by
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Mhm yeah.
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It's a deep hole, when you dug with all your lyin'
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It's a fact poor
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And you don't know, I know it's flyin'
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And save his need and savings
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When the shore you ..
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but lovers need to let down
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But you figure out with heartens
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Every morning when you're mean
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To keep those hands clean
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But it's running down your arms
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Oh it's tearing you apart.
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You've spoken to the sky
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And you lied a million times
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Show me how to die
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I guess I'll catch you on the side
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Mhm
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Big House
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Deer Tick |