| All my senses lost again
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| But they’ll be comin’back when
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| I stumble in your morning sugar footsteps honey babe
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| I guess it’s quite alright with all these warmer nights
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| That there are just some things we can’t get out of today
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| Like the chorus of the commute she sings a spoiled tribute
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| To our daily destinations where they oppress my imagination
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| Wouldn’t you know?
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| Cause I’ve been cornered with the meth head regular
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| Who pulls up the same chair
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| Cause he knows some day he won’t be there
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| And the alcoholic youngster
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| Another mornin’draggin’orders and when there is
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| No one left to save you I rely on my bland behavior
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| Baby they all took it all from me and can’t you see
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| A better place to be? |
| We can find it honey
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| All I ever wanted to be
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| An exaggeration of the truth
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| A little more than they said I could be
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| I ain’t got next to yet on my mind I’ll be alright
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| I’ll see you right after 5 Don’t got a lot
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| But baby we can go get high
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| And if I don’t say much it just means I’m passin’time
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| I’ll be alright I’ll see you right after 5
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| Don’t get a lot but baby we can go get high |