| No matter where you go to you can still sit on a couch
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| You can still sleep 'till it’s dark outside, you can still just hang around
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| You can still not make new friends, you can ignore the ones you have
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| You can always ostracize yourself and you can forget how to laugh
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| Problems are all I create
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| I live in four month mistakes
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| So can we leave today and start the next mistake?
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| Or am I fucked this time, can we not go away?
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| Can we leave today and start the next mistake?
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| Or am I fucked this time, can we not?
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| Upon my last trip back there I remembered why I left
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| All their flakiness, my shakiness and the friends I never met
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| But I didn’t feel relief, in fact I just felt more regret
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| With a higher wage and a Metrocard I could deal with loneliness
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| Problems are all I create
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| I live in four month mistakes
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| So can we leave today and start the next mistake?
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| Or am I fucked this time, can we not go away?
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| Can we leave today and start the next mistake?
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| Or am I fucked this time, can we not?
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| And in four months when it finally gets warmer
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| I’ll have already planned more disorder
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| When I’m comfortable and feel like I’m in my place
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| I’ll be on my mistake
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| Another boring story, another self imposed
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| Another boring story, another self imposed
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| Can we leave today and start the next mistake?
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| Or am I fucked this time, can we not go away?
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| Can we leave today and start the next mistake?
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| Or am I fucked this time, can we not go away?
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| Blah blah blah, problems self imposed
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| Blah blah blah, problems self imposed |