you're gonna take me apart...
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with every little thing you think you know
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from pieces, to pieces
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the lonely leaves are the last to fall
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i don't know why, where, or what exactly i didn't do
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i've had to take a tougher way
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maybe not today
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tomorrow tells me
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i've got no place to go
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so i won't pretend to know
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what it is inside that makes me stand beside you
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when they open fire
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you're gonna take me apart...
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tap into a small, but noble cause
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where nobody's listening
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unless you look like something santa bought
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i don't know why, where, or what exactly i didn't do
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i've had to take a tougher way
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maybe not today
|
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tomorrow tells me
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i've got no place to go
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so i won't pretend to know
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what it is inside that makes me stand beside you
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when they open fire
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will we ever seek forever?
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the more we think the less we know...
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you're gonna take me apart...
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with every little thing you think you know
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from pieces, to pieces
|
the lonely leaves are the last to fall
|
|
i don't know why, where, or what exactly i didn't do
|
i've had to take a tougher way
|
maybe not today
|
|
tomorrow tells me
|
i've got no place to go
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so i won't pretend to know
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what it is inside that makes me stand beside you
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when they open fire
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they can't be far away...
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you're gonna take me apart...?
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Open Fire
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Caroline's Spine |