| Maybe I don’t like it here that much
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| Maybe I just don’t feel quite the same
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| Five hundred thousand people flooded the bars
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| On the day they all open
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| Maybe I don’t like it here that much
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| Maybe it’s just unresolved pain
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| That got stuck in a wash, rinse, repeat cycle
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| In my brain
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| If I don’t like it here, then where will I go?
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| If I don’t like it here, then where do I go?
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| All alone on a crowded coast
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| Maybe it’s just taken me this long
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| To figure out what I actually want
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| Not in a story, not in a song
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| But in real life
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| If I don’t like it here, then where will I go?
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| If I don’t like it here, then where do I go?
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| All alone on a crowded coast
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| Love is a bat out of hell
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| Why did you expect
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| Me to know what to do when I’m looking at you
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| Expecting you to tell me exactly what to do?
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| If I don’t like it here, then where will I go?
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| If I don’t like it here, then where do I go?
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| All alone on a crowded coast
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| All alone with my petty ghosts
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| All alone |