| You’re everybody’s second home
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| Always trying to get me alone
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| An easy way to lose it all
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| Always there when all else fails
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| Over by the west side rails
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| But I don’t really need that now
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| I never really did anyhow
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| I only really needed alcohol
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| Something that’ll treat me okay
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| And wouldn’t say the things you’d say
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| Please turn out the light
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| I get a sick confusion headache trying to figure out who’s right
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| Dreaming on the silver strand
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| Waking up to plainclothes man
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| You little bastard, little boy in blue
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| Someone’s gonna get to you
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| And fuck up everything you do
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| He’s so unhappy inside
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| He’s serious with everyone
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| And he thinks he’ll win you with his angry kiss
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| Acting like he has no needs
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| Wanting you to watch him bleed
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| Made for each other bet you pay me any mind
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| Just goes to show my continual decline
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| They say that I’ll recover my love of her once in a while
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| But I don’t know
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| I don’t think so…
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| There’s something that I’ll tell you now
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| Now that no one else is around
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| The sort of lesson that I learned from you
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| Not quite the way you planned
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| But I know you’ll understand
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| Someone takes a photograph
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| A picture while their sweetheart laughs
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| A perfect moment in a flash of light
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| Counting back from 3 to 1
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| That’s exactly what you’ve done
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| And I’m so unsurprised
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| I remember, I remember why I dream in black & white
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| Goes to show my continual decline
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| They say that I’ll recover my love of her once in a while
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| But I don’t know
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| I don’t think so
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| I don’t think so… |