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home alone writing elegies for those he'll never know. |
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just a kid in his room, no one hears him howling at the moon. |
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the drunk in his bar, spinning fairytales that never get him far. |
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he thought, he's fled, of her taken off her dress for someone else. |
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so he'll put it down to fate or bad luck. |
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but everyone they know is fallin out of touch |
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and you heard this all before when i'm gone. |
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far enough to not string you along. |
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You went to bed with someone to empty your head. |
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you had to get out. |
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you couldn't stand the noise in that goddamn house. |
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Was home alone, writing elegies for those I'll never know. |
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But I kissed you on the floor, dancing to the song from 84. |
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and I'll put that down to fate or goodluck. |
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everyone they know is fallin' out of touch. |
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you've heard this all before when I'm gone. |
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Far enough to not string you along. |