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[al:] |
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And he travelled |
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And he travelled far |
| [01:43.10][01:37.64][01:32.12][01:27.29][00:37.57][00:32.10][00:26.65][00:21.34] |
I can feel the distance |
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The streets kept coming and coming and coming? through his tracks |
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And every scene he spied was all the same |
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He kept running and running and running and never looked back |
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He never realised how far he came |
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And it didn't matter that the latter part hadn't bothered him |
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Rather all the sadness that followed him as if it was a ball and chain |
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It was a long await, his posture had changed fraught with his fault and his anger |
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Until he wouldn't respond when they called his name |
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It was all part of the game, it started as a play to get ends |
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It left him with the breath of debt and less friends |
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And yet he never questioned where the quest went |
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And when dissenters didn't deem him special |
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He did his best to impress them and this led to regrets then |
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Still he was dead-set on success and distress |
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He only expressed through a sent text |
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Addressed to anyone he hadn't met yet |
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The tires peeled on desire's wheels |
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Again he said, "I can feel." |
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The city had changed him as he reflected on the decade that passed |
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His life, he reckoned at last, was a staged pun |
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With a fantasy masked where the grave was dug |
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A double life revamped and the other side bites till it tastes blood |
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So he drives to escape driving a stake through his great love |
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Incessantly trying to shine through the bars like a caged sun |
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Dissecting a piece of the strange run |
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With the dirty southern niggers working for crumbs |
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In some underground dank club |
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Where there's nothing but strained hugs from mother and father |
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And a strange son cause he can't recall when he became one |
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Though the shame is heavy and weighs tons |
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He still finds a way to place blame on what they've done |
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Visits they've stayed away from |
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And perhaps it was that all along so he just carries on |
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And he can barely call because the talks are rarely calm |
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He wears his calluses like a tux to a daily prom |
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Wearily feeling forever young until they play the song |
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And his patient wife waits gracefully while he breaks the dawn |
| [02:35.29] |
Racing across the States to raise the stakes and cost to pay it off |
| [02:38.07] |
Debating cons of procreation on the hopes to trade it off |
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A basic honest home relations, how'd they know it would take this long? |
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But he placed his honour in the way he crawled |
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All that means is he hits the floor harder from farther up in case he falls |
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He's racing towards the exit so disconnected |
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He felt compelled to misdirect his perspective |
| [03:15.68][03:10.30][03:04.67][02:59.36][02:53.96] |
I can feel the distance(I can feel) |
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And the more that I stand still |
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The closer I get still |
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idon't wanna turn around,no. |
| [04:03.83][03:53.23][03:42.37] |
to see that I'm all alone. |
| [04:06.36][03:58.21][03:55.66][03:47.47][03:44.50] |
Just a pillar of salt and stone. |
