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The biding of time getting stuck in my mind is a boat to roll. |
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Two hours later, back in my neighborhood where everything just stalled. |
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It still looks the same. |
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They remembered my name, steppin' in for a cup full. |
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There's a big city man, I used to rumble with him back in high school. |
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The slow cruel hands of time. |
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Turn you into molten lava, ohhh my |
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A place on the rise you can stop for awhile, |
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look-out for the police man. |
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There's no street lamps, only three buildings and one of them's vacant. |
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It's taking all day. The packs feeling heavy and soon the night. |
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Backwards down the mountain, the axle is grinding, pull into the wrong drive. |
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The sky is in the yard. |
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The stringy cotton candy is the fall. |
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The slow climb, the hard the fall. Sometimes I don't want it at all. |
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I've done this so long, its something I oughta know. Sooooooo long. |
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Finally up on the pieces disrupting and the birds fly. |
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Trapped for a moment, the sheriffs department got the wrong guy. |
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The towns reveal the law. |
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Visible wind through the fall |
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The slow cruel hands of time. |
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Turning you back into a child. |
