[Note: This is the hidden track before "Don't Wait". It can be found by re-winding the first track on the cd.]
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Yeah I try to write it out, not sure what I recall
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I can¡¯t tell if it¡¯s memory or story telling now
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It happened very quickly but it seemed to last for hours
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And everything was crisp and clean till all came crashing down
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So much fire and debris that I was nearly blind with panic,
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and there was no one anywhere to turn to be saved
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from the tyranny and cavalcade. And all use was lost.
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And the more that I would struggle, the more that I became entwined
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And the thickets & the thorns became my flesh and I was vine.
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Creeping deep into the pavement, breaking ground as I grew fast
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To the center of the city and up again where I did gasp
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in the air or the breeze and I was still alive with a start
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And there were people everywhere to behold and admire
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And I longed to be one of them and though I was lost
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I felt familiar with my surroundings, though they didn¡¯t look quite right
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Like someplace that I had been before, under cover of night.
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And I found my way by light of day to the center of a crowd
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and told them I was one of them and begged them for their help.
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And with stones they took their aim, and I knew I would die at their hands
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Where I was crowned a heretic to be loathed and set fire and laid upon a pyre of fire
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And as I cast my eyes to the sky I felt your touch,
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so gentle and so soothing that I knew I had been saved,
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but my movements were so labored and my will had been betrayed
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But my lips they were collop now and to them I am enslaved.
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And the slightest indiscretions that I made were met with rage
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And I burned to be free and then you rescued me
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with your voice and beckoned me beside you and your touch was alive.
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Sensational and vibrant and with care and your words
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You say ¡°A secret is a stealthy thing, you cannot know its plans.
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You were only dreaming, dear, and now you¡¯re here with me again.¡±
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You ask if I¡¯d account to you the spirit of my night
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And you handed me this pad and this pen with which to write.
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While it¡¯s fresh in your mind.
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Before it gets away
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Before it gets away
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Before it gets away
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Before it gets away¡¦
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Untitled (Write It Out)
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Dashboard Confessional |