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behind the trees on the second new highway i watched her leave i watch my strengh go but this is my own fault i should have closed the vault to my own mind i should have stayed in line cause nothings a mystery when nothing is mysterious and nothing could ever leave me now this is my own stepping stone and i won't slip off the edge cause nothing could ever change me now up on the hill, behind the mall up on the hill, this is my final call i want to hear the noise but only with the right ears i want to be complete but only with the right puzzle piece cause nothing's a mystery when nothing is mysterious and nothing could ever leave me now this is my own stepping stone and i won't slip off the edge cause nothing could ever change me now (chorus) |
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vocals and guitar by dan snazelle | ||||||||
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