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The end result of so many meetings |
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At late night diners with no one eating. |
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We sit in corners and sip burnt coffee |
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Count the tiles up on the ceiling |
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Skip this pretense and cut straight to dying |
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Don't beg me to keep your eyes from cryin |
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You said so much |
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Without ever parting your lips |
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It's past 3 A.M. and I'm still far from sleep |
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And this is a habit that I can't break |
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You're my only company |
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I'm skipping stones |
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And the street lights flicker like this match in my hand |
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The street lights flicker like this match in my hand |
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And the street lights flicker like this match in my hand |
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Begging to strike |
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Begging to strike |
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And I keep repeating but this payphone tele stopped receiving |
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Flat out of change now |
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I'm sure you won't accept the charges |
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It's all the same cause by the morning I'll be halfway to |
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Colorado or some place like that |
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You said so much |
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Without ever parting your lips |
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Past 3 A.M. and I'm still far from sleep |
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And this is a habit that I can't break |
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You're my only company |
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I'm skipping stones down a dull suburban street |
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And she keeps on asking, Do you think it hurts much to die? |
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It's hurting so much more to stay alive now |
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She is going to find out how much it hurts to die |
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She laces her perfume up with death |
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I feel it in my lungs |
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So I pull in the deepest breath |
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And drop my head... |
