Red hand print on the white of your cheek
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Pack your bags quiet, while the lion sleeps
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Watch your mother put her name to the line
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Next to the place where your father signed
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And inevitably, what you used to be was
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Succumb to the pull of gravity
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And you will never, no you will never see with virgin eyes again
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'Cus this is the day that everything changes
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And your world stops turning, running straight,
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Into the break lights, you've come to nothing
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This is the day that everything changes and your worlds collide
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You know in time you'll wake to find you're a little unbroken
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Hold the answer to the light to see your future
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Two line, blue line tragedy
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He brings the medal to the fire for the first time,
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tells you it's the last time and it will be
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'Cus inevitably, what you used to be was
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Tainted by the hand of curiosity
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And you will never, no you will never see with virgin eyes again
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'Cus this is the day that everything changes
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And the world stops turning, running straight,
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Into the break lights, you've come to nothing
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This is the day that everything changes and your worlds collide
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You know in time you'll wake to find you're a little unbroken
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So how can I explain the isolated rain that follows you?
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But wouldn't you agree running always slows you down
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So welcome the pain
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And stop yourself from delaying it
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'Cus the real life will never go away
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'Cus this is the day that everything changes
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And the world stops turning, running straight,
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Into the break lights, you've come to nothing
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This is the day that everything changes and your worlds collide
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You know in time you'll wake to find you're a little unbroken
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Oh, you're a little unbroken
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Oh, a little unbroken, yeah,
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You're, oh, a little unbroken
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Unbroken
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Missy Higgins |