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It's not what you have learned

But what they said about you under your shirt

You know they never will

They'll make sense of what you gave them

And now it's all downhill from here

Well, in case you break my fall, we're bringin' it home

Patrick, short flip and outside boundary lines



I'm running you down, well nothing looks right from up here

Inside out, I'm still unclear about the things you might have said



In pieces they stagger indebted, rush me to the emergency room

Flat line equals frantic endeavor but I guess this will have to do now

Patrick, short flip and outside we're bringin' it home



Hold onto the things you favor most

Shift right and let it run down

If my peace could find a way

Let go to the youth for honesty