When I was the one with the ruined look
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Clustering around my face and
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Every last corner of the day was bruised and gray
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Who drove tired in the rain
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Just to dump my gin down the drain
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Arguing me back from the ledge, I can still hear you say:
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"Every single thing is bound to come and go"
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Woah everything collides
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and the rain starts falling down
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It's a longshot longshot
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but underdogs don't drown
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Woah step into the bullets
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but never touch ground
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It's a longshot longshot
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but we won't be shot down
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So who's this with the car collision ache and the very last dime
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telling me they can't keep guard one more blood night
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Don't you know I am coming
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With the lucky strikes and something
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You used to say now tell me if I got it right:
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"Every single thing is bound to come and go"
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So people do weird things to each other
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That the consolation book doesn't cover
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And if this night's been practicing you
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In a page of rain on the old war wound
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Flatline blue and the taste of loss
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Call me I'll wade the tides with you boss
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We will take this flood apart
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And drag this lake for its watery heart
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Longshot
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Common Rider |