Beneath the fog is a city I know too well
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and it melts like ice and it burns like hell
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and the freeways always stopped at 6 o'clock
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so we're leaving without you whether you like it or not
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And the wind blows the leaves off the trees
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another sign of spring bringing winter to its knees
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and they say, the grass is greener on the other side
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well I want to know all about the darkness that lights your eyes cause its....
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Its breaking me down, its breaking me down, its breaking me down, down, down, down, down....
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And the change...is so constant over me...take me and show me..who I need to be....
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The asphalt a little bit darker and it helps you to remember when
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the rain fell, in sweet November and
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be careful who you fall in love with, cuz someone somewhere wont approve
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and the prettiest girls always seem to keep their eyes on you
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Cause they're breaking you down, breaking me down, breaking me down, down, down, down, down
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So come on break me...
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I dare you..
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.break me I swear...
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breakin me down, down..
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so come on break me
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I dare you..
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.break me I swear...
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come on break me down, down, down...
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November
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Tristan Prettyman |