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[Verse 1]
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Knock so I'll know you're still there, half listening, interpreting the air.
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Full of failing foreign tongue, my dialect of stammer come undone. I've got these
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threads of you and I that I use to tie my doubts down, and from
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four times-zones away, still yesterday, still talking to the
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past: from the front seat of your car, gravel road and falling,
falling hands and falling star. Start the engine up.
[Verse 2]
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I'd like a new identity. A pseudonym. Some plastic surgery.
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Or just some way to disappear. Someone to write me out of here. I hear you hum an
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unfamiliar song. Thought maybe you would come along.
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Perhaps you'd like to see some piece of this; my new philosophy is that a
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crappy tape deck somewhere plays a greatest hits collection of strange and tender moments,
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lost, stranded, and forgotten.
[Bridge]
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I'll meet you there.
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I'll meet you there.
[Verse 3]
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Something I forgot to say: can't find a way to make this mark more clear.
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So crack your skull before you weep, and I'll try to keep some part of me sincere.
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