| I am sitting in the back with a jar of fire ants
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| Picking my teeth with a razor blade
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| I know you’ll be back any day
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| Waiting around, I found a couple of crazy sounds
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| But then they up and walked away
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| That’s how I know it’s finally safe to say
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| That you are never ever coming back
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| I know you’re never ever coming back
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| Punch drunk on black mold
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| I broke a finger 'cause I’m getting too old
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| And though it wasn’t mine to begin with
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| It looked enough like mine that I felt it
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| It’s too cool to be a school, it’s too dark to be a park
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| I’m not quite sure where I am but to be honest I don’t give a damn
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| Because I know now that you are never coming back
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| I don’t care about anything else 'cause you’re never coming back
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| I don’t know what to do now that you’re never coming back
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| And I saw one little ray of light sneak under the door
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| Like hope in a movie or an angel in a dusty book
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| Oh page eleventeen, spirit me away from here
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| I am sitting in the back with an empty jar, ah
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| Cutting the ropes with the razor blade
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| Sawing the bars with a thing I made
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| Breaking the locks and iron braids
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| Run in a straight line for days and days and days
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| 'Cause I know you aren’t coming back
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| I can’t believe it’s true, are you really never coming back?
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| I don’t know what to do now that you are never ever coming back
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| I don’t care about anything else 'cause you’re never ever coming back |