| Drawn to the sorta library magic Whispering through the dusty aisles
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| Watching all the thinkers read
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| Trying to keep a grown man quiet’s like
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| Pulling teeth on a winters eve
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| Cracks and poles and unfamiliar roads
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| I’m on this one to find out
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| Can stay up here in the cloud of eyes
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| Listening to my every move
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| Just trying to survive
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| Self-imposed adventure that selfishness drives
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| I can barely keep my head above the blue
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| Trying to keep it off me and you
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| And I can see the sunshine’s rays
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| Gleaming through the clear water
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| Telling me what happened before
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| This chapter’s arrived
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| There will always be better days
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| There will always be better days
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| Making music is what we do
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| Trying to weave the patterns for me and you
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| Trying to make the grasses green
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| And the grown man cry
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| With the knife is where I bleed
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| Tangled up in a funnel’s wind
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| Trying to come out walking
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| Understand it’s beyond me talking
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| Trying to come out walking
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| Understand it’s beyond me talking
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| I can see the sunshine’s rays
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| Gleaming through the clear water
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| Telling me what happened before
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| This chapter’s arrived
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| There will always be better days
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| There will always be better days
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| Being alone isn’t lonely
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| Sought after like a holiday
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| Being alone is my vacation
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| Postcard dreams, a full-sized bed
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| Quit the band one too many times
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| Serious enough to get a rise
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| Get up in the next morning
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| For another drive, that’s a promise
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| The best advice we ever received
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| Is for you and me to stay here together
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| It’s easier to begin and hard to end
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| I’m just glad to go through it all with you as a friend
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| I can see the sunshine’s rays
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| Gleaming through the clear water
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| Telling me what happened before
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| This chapter’s arrived
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| There will always be better days
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| There will always be better days
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| There will always be better days |