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The streets are on fire in the town that you were born |
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And all these busy nights took shape in an awkward form. |
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How do you lay with him near? |
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She says "when it comes I just disappear. |
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And I feel so gross |
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In the middle |
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Where my heart goes. |
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I'll get it right |
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What I'm feeling and believing |
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If I get home ronight." |
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Sun is coming up and I think of where you've been |
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You'd feel a little impatient if you were living in my skin. |
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The words just fade in my ear. |
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I could take it all but I'm not living when you're not here. |
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And I feel so cold |
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In the middle |
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Where my heart goes. |
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I'll get it right |
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What I'm feeling and believing |
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If I get home tonight. |
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The look on your face |
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You can't take away |
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I'll wait for it everyday. |
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There's a picture I have of you in my mind |
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You look so perfect and the sun just burns in your eyes. |
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As the hours fade you remain |
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Underneath the sweat and skin that you betray. |
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And I feel so gross |
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In the middle |
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Where my heart goes. |
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I'll get it right |
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What I'm feeling and believing |
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If I get home tonight |
