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If there's anything you want |
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Come on back cause it's all still here |
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I'll be in the back room drinking my half of the beer |
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And if you and me is right |
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Why's it the same thing every night |
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It's just a matter of time |
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It's almost measurable |
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Imagination ain't kind on us tonight |
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You're at your best you got the guns turned a hundred eighty degrees |
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And finding out if it adds all up right |
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We go through all the same lines or sell out to appease |
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But go to sleep in a bed of lies |
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I made my own more than once or twice |
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And now time is my time time is my own |
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And I feel so alive yet feel so alone |
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Cause you know you're the one and that that hasn't changed |
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Since you were nineteen and still in school waiting on a light |
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On the corner by sound exchange |
