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lyrics
Sixteen lies. The last with a sigh. There's a reason I've been changing, layers peeling. Take 12 steps, get it off your chest. I know how you've been aching to say you're feeling that there's a skyline to the south, but your memory is ironed out in the valleys of my doubts. In the rearview there's a line. Those sentences I denied I ever claimed as mine. ‘Cause we're just stealing.
You're always late, but I'll be there at eight, standing in the back as the band starts playing. Straight to the core. Count to four. I know I should be leaving, but they're all staying. And there's a skyline to the south. But tonight I'll be hiding out in the valleys of my doubts. In the rearview there's a line, going back to where I denied I ever claimed you mine. ‘Cause we're just stealing.
We're just stealing.
How could I have known if you were the one?
As your ship is sinking, my plane's falling.
So take a seat on the final beat.
All that is remaining.
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