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I'm sitting here with my pen and paper |
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I don't know what I'm gonna say |
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I've been around a million places |
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But everything seems to stay the same |
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Looking out from a dirty window |
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Lights go on but no one's there |
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Sitting down in my big brown sofa |
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The silent room makes me depressed |
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And I don't mind being |
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Overcome by some aggravation |
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As long as life moves away from this |
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And keep changing stations |
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A toast alone for the new beginnings |
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Celebrating what's to come |
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On my back looking at the ceiling |
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The endless white can't spell my name |
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And I don't mind being |
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Overcome by some aggravation |
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As long as live moves away from this |
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And keep changing stations |
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And I don't mind being |
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Overcome by some aggravation |
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As long as live moves away from this |
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And keep changing stations |
