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Back in the bar they push the tables back |
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Lay you out like you walked into a speed trap |
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Felt my stomach drop right outta thin air |
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They got their hands in my pockets even if there's nothing there |
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Feel like a sick mind, feel like the only one |
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Don't know who i'm looking for, or if it's anyone |
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And in the back room they had the word spread |
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Come without a conscience to be leading back and into bed |
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What should i do |
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I wouldn't know what to say |
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Between the door i'll probably turn them all away |
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They look so bored that it doesn't matter anyway |
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And i don't wanna be naked |
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Get taken in and taken |
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Come in like i'm lost, just got off the bus |
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Don't know how to act, how to look anonymous |
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Feel like i'm lined up behind the cue ball |
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Between my pocket and the eye in the hole in the wall |
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(what do you see when you see me?) |
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What should i do |
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I wouldn't know what to say |
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Between the dorr i'd probably turn them all away |
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They look so bored that it doesn't matter anyway |
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And i don't wanna look hopeless |
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Look broken in and broken |
