| Distance is up, static is down
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| And all the east coast, has burned out
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| Save for me, save for you
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| There’s nothing here to fucking do
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| Sleep in shit, and stinking too, freezing point, free to choose
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| Woke up dead, in my bed, too much shit in my head
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| No I could never, think of you again
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| No, no, no, no I could never, think of you again
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| Guitar
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| There was a sign, it’s all mine
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| And there’s some reason I might find
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| Got some plans, follow through
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| Find something that I could do
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| It’s always the east coast, always the asshole
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| Doing the wrong thing at the right time
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| Hanging half drunk, everytime
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| Anytime, all the time
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| No I could never, think of you again
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| No, no, no, no I could never, think of you again
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| No, no, no I could never, think of you again
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| No, no, no, no I could never, think of you again |