| Carry them over your shoulders, you fear
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| The absence, the void you’ll cause
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| When you choose to leave them all here
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| There’s no turning back, it’s time that you steer
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| The wide open stares back alone at the cusp
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| The self that you thought you lost
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| The shine that burned well into rust
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| You can’t hear my voice 'cause I’m not loud enough
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| Believe me, when I say
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| It’s a long way back from here
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| Goodbye for now
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| Hang on, it’s clear that the road’s about to get rough
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| Oh, can you hear the ringing it’s left in my ear?
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| Over and over, the light hits the dusk
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| It’s a choice that I make but for us, I choose to give it all up
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| You want me here? |
| Well, then ask me to stay
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| The glistening wet concrete, the heat off the road
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| The clamoring hands and the bus you call home
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| This is it, believe what you want
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| In this space, I don’t fit
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| The same day repeats with the things that you see
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| Dirty dressing room carpets and broken TVs
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| Is this it?
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| In this water I’ll tread 'til the day that I’m dead
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| Hang on, it’s clear that the road’s about to get rough
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| Oh, can you hear the ringing it’s left in my ear?
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| Over and over, the light hits the dusk
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| It’s a choice that I make but for us, I choose to give it all up
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| You want me here? |
| Well, then ask me to stay
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| Goodbye for now, echoes, echoes
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| Mile marker, minutes, hours
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| If this is it and there is no more
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| And you believe that’s true
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| It’s a long way back from here
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| There’s no going home
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| Hang on, it’s clear that the road’s about to get rough
|
| Oh, can you hear the ringing it’s left in my ear?
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| Over and over, the light hits the dusk
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| It’s a choice that I make but for us, I choose to give it all up
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| You want me here? |
| Well, then ask me to stay
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| (Goodbye for now, echoes, echoes)
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| Well, then ask me to stay
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| (Goodbye for now, echoes, echoes)
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| Well, then ask me to stay
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| (Goodbye for now, echoes, echoes)
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| Well, then ask me to stay
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| (Goodbye for now, echoes, echoes)
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| Well, then ask me to stay |