| I was sittin in the rocking chair by the side of the house
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| Where streetlight stars and all the highway cars
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| Claps and it drips on your window
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| I’ll get something to eat, but all these spaces I meet
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| Seem so hypnotizing
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| These eyes are exits to be
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| And things ain’t what they used to be
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| Got this flickering heart set out after me
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| If my mind was a poem, I burned it up all before
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| If I drink some more well I think I might drown
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| Slipping in silence as my heart it burns out
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| I find the devil inside me and I nail em back down
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| Whoa!
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| And the days didn’t come around, shivered at the sight
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| Finally looking out these hoping eyes, all strings pulled put me aside
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| I’ll slowly die for my sins swallow my sins whole
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| Cause eyes they were bigger than they ever were ohhhhh
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| And things ain’t what they used to be
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| Got this flickering heart set out after me
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| If my mind was a poem, I burned it up all before
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| If I drink some more well I think I might drown
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| Slipping in silence as my heart it burns out
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| I find the devil inside me and I nail em back down
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| Whoa!
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| Whoaaaaaa! |