| Somewhere in Ann Arbor there’s a broken traffic light
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| Blinking softly for an audience of one
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| A boy who takes his comfort in the shelter of the night
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| And stays up until the morning just because
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| Somewhere in Ann Arbor there’s an empty parking lot
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| Where he likes to go and look up at the moon
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| Ask himself where things went wrong and why he feels so caught
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| And hopes that things start changing someday soon
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| Oh, he’s got it all
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| He’s got the life that they all said that he would want
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| And oh, he’s got it good
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| So why the hell can’t he start feeling like he should
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| Somewhere in Ann Arbor there’s a table set for two
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| Where he’d like to find some company to share
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| Spends the evening spilling his whole life to someone new
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| Perfect smile and ribbon in her hair
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| Somewhere in Ann Arbor there’s a vacant hotel room where he leaves all of his
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| lovers high and dry
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| Pretends he’s got the thing they want and when he has them fooled
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| He crumbles and escapes into the night
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| Oh, he’s got it all
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| He’s got the life that they all said that he would want
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| And oh, he’s got it good
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| So why the hell can’t he start feeling like he should
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| Oh, he’s got it all
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| He’s got the life that they all said that he would want
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| And oh, he’s got it good
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| So why the hell can’t he start feeling like he should
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| Oh, he’s got it all
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| He’s got the life that they all said that he would want
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| And oh, he’s got it good
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| So why the hell can’t he start feeling like he should |