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Grace Potter The Nocturnals This Is Somewhere

't no time To live up to the lie, baby And there ain't no time To let the well run dry, baby Oh, there's far too many things to do Before the day is

and it hurts me 'cause I don't wanna fight this war And it's amazing to see me reading through this scene of love and fear And apologies, apologies My love is

She's skilled at the art of deception and she knows it She's got dirty money that she plays with all the time Yeah, she waters the garden and maybe she

around You called it losing time in the inbetween, oh It could be all the booze we drank in Austin Or could be we're just scared of growing old Could be this

You may see me when I?m on the run On the run, when I?m on the run You may see me when I?m all undone All undone, when I?m all undone You may see me

flying? Are we falling or flying? Are we living or dying? I guess we'll never know Striking rock but hitting gold Sometimes it's hard to tell If there's a life behind this

She's skilled at the art of deception and she knows it She's got dirty money that she plays with all the time She waters the garden but maybe she just

feel so long Cause on the 42nd night The room was dark but the stage was bright Are we falling or flying Are we falling or flying Are we living or dying Cause my friend this

of the world When you run right into something They said you'd never find You gotta ask yourself if it ain't All inside your mind But i see it and i believe it This