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She's still dying for a toehold, before she finds herself too old
Dusty piles of the unsold, should've done like she was told
August of two thousand and three
That was the best month that she'd ever seen
Tour bus and flowers and white limousine
Now she's fumbling for a foothold, and she knows it's getting late
She's still trying for a toehold
September of two thousand and ten
The end of an era, it seemed to her then
November, the winter came early again
Now she's vying for a toehold, with no ambition at all
She's just fumbling for a foothold, only trying not to fall
Are you fighting for a foothold, after climbing up this far?
Are you scratching for a toehold, staring skyward at the stars?
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I think that I died, the world is loaded with clues
The first one is you. I think that I died
I don't think I'm here, I'm much too content.
Don't know where I went, but I don't think I'm here.
Don't know where I am, but I have you along.
Don't know for how long, but I have you along.
Don't know where I'm going but you decided to come
Along for the ride. I think that I died.
The way the crowds became ghosts, the way they won't make a sound,
The way I have you around. I think that I died.
I wonder how it went down. I've got a feeling I drowned,
'Cause everything is drifting and I don't hear a sound.
And I can't touch the ground, and I'm looking around
And it's you that surrounds, and we sink to the ground
And stop breathing together, and we've finally found
The isolation we seek, no one else is around
And I'm thrilled that we're bound to never be found
So let's kill the lights, and let's kill the sound
And you close your eyes, and I'll close mine, too
And pull closer to me, and I'll pull closer to you.
I think that I died, the world is loaded with clues
The first one is you. I think that I died
I don't think I'm here, I'm much too content.
Don't know where I went, but I don't think I'm here.
Don't know where I am, but I have you along.
Don't know for how long, but I have you along.
Don't know where I'm going but you decided to come
Along for the ride. I think that I died.
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I don't want to hear "We got 'im!" "We got 'im!"
I can't bear to hear "They shot 'im!" "They shot 'im!"
All I wanna hear when the dust has cleared is "We found 'em! We found 'em! We found 'em!"
All I wanna hear is "Yes, my dear, the fear is nearly over."
I want that man to say "I love you, my brother"
To take away the day when someone has to tell bad news to a mother
And I want to see the day when you men in grey say "I won't destroy another…another"
The boys in the city and the girls so pretty should run for fun, not for cover…for cover
From the front seat…he hears him…in the backseat…singing and laughing
As he drives him to class, all the radio blasts is death…just death, and traffic
He feels he has to shield his young boy's ears from the world that's all around him, that surrounds him
So he says louder than the news, "Let's go out to the zoo, and go for ice cream," and he says, "Can we?," he says, "Can we?"
I just want to hear, "We saved them! We saved them!"
I just want to hear, "We saved them! We saved them!
I only want to hear, "We saved them! We saved them!"
I only want to hear, "We saved them! We saved them!"
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