| What’s this ticking in my head?
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| How could something so subtle
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| Hurt so fucking bad?
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| And am I kidding myself if I tell myself it’s the best I ever had?
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| Guess I’ll open up this bottle
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| Drink away tomorrow
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| And pick up where I’m at
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| I’ll pick up where I’m at
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| I’ll pick up where I’m at
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| I’ve been standing in the California sun
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| Faded and used
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| Just like everyone you thought you knew
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| Well I thought you knew
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| Time, it ticks away
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| Just like all our colors fade to grey
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| Like everyone you thought you knew
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| Well I thought you knew
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| So much swallowing the air is thin
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| And you’d say I’m Apollo
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| 'Cause in this hollow space I’m spacing out again
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| So stop, don’t follow
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| Stop, don’t follow in my sins
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| I guess I’ll open up this bottle
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| Drink away tomorrow
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| And pick up where I’m at
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| I’ll pick up where I’m at
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| I’ll pick up where I’m at
|
| I’ve been standing in the California sun
|
| Faded and used
|
| Just like everyone you thought you knew
|
| Well I thought you knew
|
| Time, it ticks away
|
| Just like all our colors fade to grey
|
| Like everyone you thought you knew
|
| Well I thought you knew
|
| What’s this ticking in my head?
|
| Guess I’ll open up this bottle
|
| Drink away tomorrow
|
| And pick up where I’m at
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| What’s this ticking in my head?
|
| Guess I’ll open up this bottle
|
| Drink away tomorrow
|
| And pick up where I’m at
|
| I’ve been standing in the California sun
|
| Faded and used
|
| Just like everyone you thought you knew
|
| Well I thought you knew
|
| Time, it ticks away
|
| Just like all our colors fade to grey
|
| Like everyone you thought you knew
|
| Well I thought you knew
|
| What’s this ticking in my head?
|
| Guess I’ll open up this bottle
|
| Drink away tomorrow
|
| And pick up where I’m at
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| What’s this ticking in my head?
|
| Guess I’ll open up this bottle
|
| Drink away tomorrow
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| And pick up where I’m at |