I've got sand in my pockets
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My coat is heavy with it
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You said it was over, called me your atlas
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Sorry I'm still carrying you
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You act like it was nothing
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I gave too much but that
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God, you're complex and I like that
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So I'm selling my stuff
Building houses out of cardboard
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The price I pay to think it could work
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I knew it was tough
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Not that it wasn't true
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Your world on my shoulders
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Never the other way, never the other way
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You had a ball and chain
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You didn't know I was there
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Dragged me through the mud, then
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I asked what was weighing on your chest
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Is there still room for me
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I knew it'd be alright
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Then the moment was gone
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You said it was over
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Sorry I'm still carrying you
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You act like it was nothing
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God, you're complex and I like that
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So I'm selling my stuff
Building houses out of cardboard
_____
The price I pay to think it could work
_____
I knew it was tough
_____
Not that it wasn't true
_____
Your world on my shoulders
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Never the other way, never the other way
I wish I could take our weeks
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And ritually set them on fire
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But you said it was over, called me your atlas
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Sorry I'm still carrying you
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You act like it was nothing
_____
God, you're complex and I like that
_____
So I'm selling my stuff
Building houses out of cardboard
_____
The price I pay to think it could work
_____
I knew it was tough
_____
Not that it wasn't true
_____
Your world on my shoulders
_____
Never the other way, never the other way