| Chelsea pours the contents from the suitcase to the bed
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| Shakes her head and packs it up again
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| After renovated teeth, she swears anyone can leave here
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| The hard part is knowing when
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| Yeah, we dance to the traffic where the DuPage River passes
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| All the bars she can’t go into anymore
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| I guess when every pissed off bouncer in every pissed on club
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| Knows your name
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| It hardly ever gets you far
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| She said, «I've been in this place now for weeks
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| Out where the trains never shake me to sleep»
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| We could build a great lake and cool off this town
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| If you fall, then I’ll follow you down
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| Chelsea combs the mattress for something else that matches
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| Her boss wants her to stay in style
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| He bought her a brand new Cadillac
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| She said, «I won’t take a bribe, but I’ll drive one around for a while»
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| And on the coldest of evenings
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| She flew out like a hummingbird
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| It got down to the negative teens that night
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| But by then she climbing her upper twenties
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| With double on the rocks
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| Out of Midway on a one-way flight
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| She said, «I've been on this island for weeks
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| Out where the waves never wash me to sleep»
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| I’ll fall in love if it kills me or leaves me to drown
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| If you die, then I’ll follow you down
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| Chelsea, I heard things about you I don’t want to believe
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| But maybe I could look out for you if you look out for me
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| You could start over somewhere if it helps
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| And I could try with someone else
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| Chelsea, I can look out for you if you look out for me
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| Look out
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| Chelsea drags her suitcase into cool, harsh light
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| She came back home on a red eye flight
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| And she found me where she left me
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| About halfway down a bottle
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| Writing songs for negative teens tonight
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| When I get done with work, she’ll be working up to gin
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| She says, «I don’t know how you can live in the dark»
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| But somewhere underneath that leather jacket beats a leather heart
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| And it beats and it beats and it pulls me apart
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| She said, «I've been in this town now for years
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| And all these stories could bring you to tears»
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| We could cut all these waves down to size
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| We could hold onto time when it flies
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| Chelsea, I heard things about you I don’t want to believe
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| But maybe I could look out for you if you could look out for me
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| You could start over somewhere if it helps
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| And I could try with someone else
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| Chelsea, I can look out for you if you look out for me
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| Chelsea, I can look out for you if you look out for me |