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The last bus is leaving, but you're on the curb |
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You wanted to run but you're lacking the nerve |
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And motionless standing, you can't find a word |
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The tail lights are fading, your feet on the ground |
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Your bags, like an anchor, are weighing you down |
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You're moored to the future, you're stuck in this town |
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You turn to your left and I'm standing alone |
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With a numbness that's lingering deep in my bones |
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And it looks like you're gonna be coming back home |
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And there for a moment we're caught in a stare |
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The city just stops while it hangs in the air |
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I once would have saved you, but now I don't care |
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So I turn around and go |
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And I turn around and go |
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Take another way, take another way, take another way, take another way |
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Take another way home |
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Take another way, take another way, take another way, take another way |
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Take another way home |
