I’ve been smoking on the peace pipe
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I’ve been wondering just what would peace be like
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I’ve been staring into headlights
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Swallow me whole, finding my peace of mind
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I’m just trying to seize the moment
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Trying to love the little things, even if they’re hard to love
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A monument to love unspoken
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Carved into stone, «Unwilling to come undone»
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It feels good to be running from the devil
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Another breath and I’m up another level
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It feels good to be up above the clouds
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It feels good for the first time in a long time now
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I remember back in Oakland
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I was lying there in rapture on the bathroom floor
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Moving hotel to hotel
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Out on the road, no idea really what’s in store
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Light it up just like a flashlight
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Let it shine, let it rise just like a foreign sun
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Turn it over and it’s capsized
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It’s finally done, the battle’s lost, yet I feel I’ve won
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It feels good to be running from the devil
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Another breath and I’m up another level
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It feels good to be up above the clouds
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It feels good for the first time in a long time now
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It feels good for the first time in a long time now
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It feels good to be me
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I’m high, staring at the ceiling
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Sending my love, what a wonderful feeling
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What comes next, I see a light
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I’m along for the ride as I’m taking flight
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I’m high, staring at the ceiling
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Sending my love, what a wonderful feeling
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What comes next, I see a light
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I’m along for the ride as I’m taking flight
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It feels good to be running from the devil
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Another breath and I’m up another level
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It feels good to be up above the clouds
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It feels good for the first time in a long time now
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It feels good for the first time in a long time to be me
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It feels good for the first time in a while I’m free
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I’m high, staring at the ceiling
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Sending my love, what a wonderful feeling
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What comes next, I see a light
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I’m along for the ride as I’m taking flight |