| I told myself that I won’t end up down in the ditches
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| See, I lit the match and watch the fire burn
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| Through the town we grew up in
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| Oh suburbia, you left us peering out over fences
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| Off a diving board, jackknife into the deep end
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| From empty lots filled with parking spots
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| We were bored
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| And the memories not yet forgotten
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| They don’t wash away
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| No, they don’t flicker out
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| They’re lurking in the dark at the end of the day
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| Oh Oh No
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| No I don’t wanna end up like this
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| Down in the sewers
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| The is
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| The dawn explodes
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| All bombs up in the air
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| The silhouette through her bedroom window is gone
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| It’s no longer there
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| But you were never lost
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| Oh whoa (x8)
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| No second thoughts, no hesitation
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| The months, the years, of isolation
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| The memory filled passerby
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| This town is quiet, it looks like a background
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| The trophies on the shelf are no longer around
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| Taste the cigarette, it’s at the edge of your mouth
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| The flame still burns and it won’t go out |