| Waiter send this to the table, the party of one
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| The only other lonely soul in this place
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| And so you’re finishing up your coffee
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| But then where’re you gonna run?
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| Where’d you get that look on your face?
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| You should always let the sun go down on your anger
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| Let it burn you to sleep
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| Bring it closer to danger
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| To surrender and retreat
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| Sing your sad soul to sleep
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| I loved you the first time I saw you
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| And you know I love you still
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| But I am tired
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| And I am yours
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| Don’t even think about your freedom or taking that flight
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| Or going back upon your promise after fighting for the right
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| Because your eggshells and your «I» statements and your weaponized words
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| Are paper tigers now
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| Oh your constant overthinking and your secretive drinking
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| Are making you more and more alone
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| And girl, you can slam the door behind you, it ain’t never gonna close
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| Because when you’re home, you’re already home
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| I am tired
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| I am tired
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| I don’t wanna go home anymore
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| I don’t wanna throw stones anymore
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| I don’t wanna take part in the war
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| I loved you the first time I saw you
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| And you know I love you still
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| I loved you the first time I saw you
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| And you know I love you still
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| I don’t wanna be right anymore
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| Lord, I don’t wanna fight anymore
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| I’m not taking your side anymore
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| I am tired
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| I am not my own
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| And I am leaving
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| Oh, I am tired
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| But I’m coming home
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| 'Cause I am yours, I am yours, I am yours, I am yours, I am yours
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| I am yours, I am yours, I am yours, I am yours, I am yours |