Is it all so very simple
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And horribly complex
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You're suffering
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And there's nothing coming next
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Your mom smokes in the kitchen
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Her voice a cutting drown
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They're creeping out, you pass the bar
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Your father's second home
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That leaves you on your own
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Nights I'd often watch you
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Float across the ground
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Out the gate to the motorway
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What secrets have you found?
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You had to know I wanted
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Something from you then
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Too young to know just what it was
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Something more than a friend
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Is that you at the end
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Well, you play in the street at night
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You blow like a broken kite
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My girl, you're giving up the fight
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Are you gonna let these Americans
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Put another dent in your life?
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My mother says your dirty
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They're gonna find you dead
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But have you got that final chapter
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Written in your head
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Cause every single story
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Is a story about love
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Both the overflowing cup
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And the painful lack thereof
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You got the heart of a dove
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But you play in the street at night
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You blow just like a broken kite
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My girl, you're giving up the fight
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You'll have to lose all them childish notions
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If you're gonna let these American boys
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Put another dent in your life
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You play in the street at night
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You blow just like a broken kite
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My girl, you're giving up the fight
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You'll have to lose all them childish notions
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Are you gonna let these Americans
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Put another dent in your life?
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40 Mark Strasse
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The Shins |