| You’ve got these shoulders like a shelf
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| put your story here like a book
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| that’s filled with heavy pages
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| drenched in all the chances that you took
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| I’d read you many times before
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| and your plot thickens more and more
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| until your bindings broken, bleeding out with all your paper dreams
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| Past futures of present lives
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| rolling ink till the pen runs dry
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| The good news is the bad news could be good news
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| if you change your point of view,
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| could you change my point of view too if I let you
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| We could trade shoes, I could show you
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| what it’s like to see your life the way I do
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| Do you need a newer truth too?
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| Because I do
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| I’d turn your pages if I could
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| and get through this for good,
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| but you should study harder, learn that you were once of hardened wood.
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| You taught more of how to grow than I think you even know,
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| and now I see you tearing,
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| worn from all the tragic high and lows.
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| Past futures of present lives,
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| rolling ink till the pens run dry.
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| Telling tales of taller times, let me save you and I will try.
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| The good news, is the bad news could be good news,
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| If you change your point of view.
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| Could you change my point of view, too,
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| If I let you?
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| We could trade shoes. |
| I could show you what it’s like to see your life,
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| the way I do.
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| Do you need a newer truth, too?
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| Because I do.
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| You’re path in life is what you write, even if you’re wrong.
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| You’re path in life is what you write, even if you’re wrong.
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| The good news, is the bad news could be good news,
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| If you change your point of view. |
| Could you change my point of view, too,
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| If I let you?
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| We could trade shoes. |
| I could show you what it’s like to see your life,
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| the way I do.
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| Do you need a newer truth, too?
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| Because I do. |