I ran away I walked a fine line
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wasting time only to find
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you were callin' I think finally
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to remind me I am fine
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What you are is what you see
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and you see me and we can be
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something you can call real we are we are we are
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doing the best we can
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working without a plan
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i'm beginning to understand
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its getting out of hand
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I have seen these closing doors
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I've woke up on this floor before
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Picked it apart for hours and hours and hours
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Of turning, tossing and looking and listening
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to you and all the fucked up things you do
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but you're doing the best you can
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with every grain of sand
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its trickling through your hand
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sayin'catch me if you can
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if someday comes early
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comes whipping comes whirling
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to take you for all you have learned
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the tables are turning
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my bridges are burning
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my destination sometime to return
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throw away your calender
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and saddle up your salamander
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get up and get down
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ride in to town and look around
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get up and do something
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no time to choose it
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do it do it do it do it
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Doing the best I can, with or
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without a plan, I'm taking what I can get, I haven't seen
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nothing yet. If one day you wake up and find what you make up,
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come and get me, come and take me there. Into your illusion,
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I'll make my intrusion - anytime, anyplace, anywhere. The hour
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glass is draining fast, it knows no future holds no past, and
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all this shit will come to pass - never, forever, whatever.
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Sometime To Return
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| Soul Asylum |
