| I’ve had a steady stream of lonely nights
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| For the past few weeks in this room
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| I’m locked away from it all
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| Just need a break from the walls that close me in
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| I’ll see this out standing on pins
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| I’ll fall asleep with my eyes open
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| Just to see if I could focus
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| On something more than my loneliness
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| None of my friends seem to give a shit about the way I am
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| I know full well they understand that
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| I get myself way too deep in what she said
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| But they’ll bail me out when I’m in over my head
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| I’m getting sick of being broke
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| But what’s worse is I’m all on my own
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| Can’t seem to let this go
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| I wish I could stop staring at the phone so I can get some sleep
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| Another day, another week in hell
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| I’ll see your face down here real soon
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| A welcome home to a swift farewell
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| Of all the things I hope to keep:
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| A childhood sense of opportunity
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| Grab life by the wrist and jump
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| Take the chance while I’m still young and dumb
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| Passed out but on my feet
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| With years ahead to get some sleep
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| And so much time to face defeat
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| So write our names in wet concrete
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| To seal our place in space and time
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| Before we have to walk the line
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| Before we all move on in life
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| Before the sun comes up tonight
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| I’m getting sick of being broke
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| But what’s worse is I’m all on my own
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| Can’t seem to let this go
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| I wish I could stop staring at the phone so I can get some sleep
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| Another day, another week in hell
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| I’ll see your face down here real soon
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| A welcome home to a swift farewell
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| I’m getting sick of being broke
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| But what’s worse is I’m all on my own
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| Can’t seem to let this go
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| I wish I could stop staring at the phone so I can get some sleep
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| Another day, another week in hell
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| I’ll see your face down here real soon
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| A welcome home to a swift farewell
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| A swift farewell
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| A swift farewell |