| Just sit down, and let it be, if only today, if only for me
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| That day, what exactly were you selling, preach?
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| It’s misery, these screaming dreams, you see, we all gotta get so broken
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| eventually
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| And most shouldn’t strut around with such confidence
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| Because most of the time, your feet are the same whether he’s there or not
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| And most of the time, my feet were the same whether you were here or not
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| And I take it hard, I take it to heart, and it tears me apart
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| And I get so tired in that 3 o’clock sun
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| It grows right on time, right in front of me
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| I’ve seen some days, and in some ways, I’m always in and out of living in the
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| now
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| But it sheds years when you still smell the cedar
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| Explain to me
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| I wish I could find a god’s teeth to grit them for him
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| I’d cut off his ears, put them to my heart, he’d hear me break
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| I’d make it obvious to see
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| Show him a face like water frozen over
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| A face that’s absorbed everything
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| Show him it was the wrong day
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| Show him that I’ve seen my reach
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| Explain to me
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| Just sit down, let it be, if only today, if only for me
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| I’ve tried to forget what was said after the fact
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| I’m talking to my own soul
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| I bottle these potent thoughts
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| I’m not obtuse anymore
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| I’m not talking to anyone
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| I’m not a door anymore
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| Explain to me
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| Honestly, I don’t know if I’d believe if you walked right on time,
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| right in front of me |