I could go to anywhere,
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head hung low in shame
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Buy new clothes and dye my hair,
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maybe even change my name
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But the past don't ever disappear,
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and to run's a losing game
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So I might as well hang around here,
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maybe you should do the same
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What I mean to tell you,
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Well you think you own a private hell
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You decorated by yourself
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Books that you wrote on the shelf
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You're dying to come clean somehow
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No need to go a thousand miles away
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What I mean to say is there isˇ¦
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So much water, so close
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So much water, so close, so close
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So much water, so close to home
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I woke up on my brother's couch,
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swear I was half-dead
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Both my pockets emptied out,
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my blue eyes painted red
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I thought I had worked through my doubts,
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but they worked me through instead
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I lay there trying to figure out
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who I saw and what I said
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It started coming to me slow
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I saw a girl I used to know
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Asked her how it came to be
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My innocence escaped from me
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Hugged me when she stood to go
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Said there's something you should know my friend
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Then I swear she said that there wasˇ¦
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So much waterˇ¦
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You can't describe the pain inside
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but that's all right
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You can't believe you did the things
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you did last night
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Or should I say again, but you try to pretend
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That you never did, yeah you try to keep it hid
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I'm not strong and I'm not wise,
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and there's not much I know
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Told my share of downright lies,
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spent some time below
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Stumbled down a darkened road
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just beyond my childhood home
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Crossed the grassy clearing there,
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into the forest black and bare
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Came upon a silver stream,
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through the vast transparency I stared
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I had been unaware that there was
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so much waterˇ¦
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So Much Water
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| The Gathering Field |
