| Lyric | Song |
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| Once there was this kid who... | |
| Making my way downtown walking fast | |
| It's not in the way that you hold me | |
| Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas | |
| You won't find him drinking at the tables | |
| I'm lying alone with my head on the phone | |
| I threw a wish in the well, don't ask me I'll never tell | |
| A hundred days have made me older | |
| | Lyric | Song |
|---|
| And I saw you crashing in, and I saw you crack a smile | |
| I looked out this morning and the sun was gone | |
| One morning in June, some twenty years ago | |
| No clouds in my stones, let it rain, I hydroplane into fame | |
| It's a cruel, cruel world to face on your own | |
| The wind blows hard against this mountain side | |
| I let it fall, my heart, and as it fell you rose to claim it | |
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