| You saw a desert to the side, didn’t turn out like you’d like, no one stepped
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| in and stopped it
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| You screamed bloody murder mouths, but the words that are found they were
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| wretched and broken
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| But all the birds that traveled south stop and pick your ins and outs and then
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| take you to places
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| Some a million miles away on a park bench or a crane and you’ll have been there
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| at least once
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| Well I don’t think eyes are meant to open, cause to see the world and no doubt
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| must means the world is broken
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| Well I don’t think the tragedy is worth it, cause to build a life and let it
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| die means we were never perfect
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| And it don’t sit right with me
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| We were never meant to see
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| I watched the homeless in the street, bundled trash to collect heat
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| It’s a good way to stay dry
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| I found a troubled man in need just begging to be free and he escaped the hard
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| way
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| I broke a thousand brittle bones just to get back to my home just to turn back,
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| I can’t stay
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| I touched miles of crooked trees just to end up at the creek but it’s not here,
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| it’s just dust
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| Well I don’t think eyes are meant to open, cause to see the world and no doubt
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| this means the world is broken
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| Well I don’t think the tragedy is worth it, cause to build a life and let it
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| die means we were never perfect
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| And it don’t sit right with me
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| We were never meant to see
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| I heard a howling, holy ghost and a drunken staggered host kicked us all out,
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| you can’t stay
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| Left the clouds still at her home, glowing off beneath the sun so we can see
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| how this all ends
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| Well I don’t think eyes are meant to open, cause to see the world and no doubt
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| this means the world is broken
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| Well I don’t think the tragedy is worth it, cause to build a life and let it
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| die means we were never perfect
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| And it don’t sit right with me
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| Well you were never meant to see |