I'm not looking for the shell-shocked signs of life
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Your shadow still looms larger in the night
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There's a nickel on the sill for good luck's sake
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I left it out for only you to take.
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But there's pine resin green on your crimson heart
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Just steel yourself for when the fallout starts
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Your thousand secrets all scratched out in red
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You're smuggling your secrets out of bed
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You know you can just turn the day around
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Turn around and I'm not in it for
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And I got out of it for life a long time ago
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It's just a bit, you know
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The person through the fog you can just barely see
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They're the casualties of your point of view
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And all your little wishes will come true
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So you better watch what you are wishing for
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or you'll wish your wishes won't come true no more
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You know you can just turn the day around
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Turn around and I'm not in it for
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And I got out of it for life a long time ago
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It's just a bit, you know
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The person through the fog you can just barely see
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You know you can just turn the day around
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Turn around and I'm not in it for
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And I got out of it for life a long time ago
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It's just a bit, you know
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The person through the fog you can just barely see
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Knot In It
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Buffalo Tom |