Written by Brandi Carlile
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I watch you grow away from me in photographs, and memories like spies,
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The salt betrays my eyes again,
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I've started losing sleep and gaining weight, and wishing I was ten again
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And I could be your friend again...
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Chorus
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But these days we go to waste like wine, that turns to turpentine
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Till it's six AM and I'm all messed up,
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I didn't mean to waste your time
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So I'll fall back in line but I'm warning you
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We're growing up
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I heard you found some pretty words to say,
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You found your little game to play and there's no one allowed in
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Then just when we believe we could be great, reality it permeates
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And conquers from within again
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Chorus
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These days we go to waste like wine that turns to turpentine
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Till it's six AM and I'm all messed up
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I didn't mean to waste your time
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So I'll fall back in line but I'm warning you
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We're growing up...we're growing up
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Turpentine
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Brandi Carlile |