| Man, I hate this town
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| So I’m looking for the only way out
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| And the life I wanted years ago
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| Is maybe not the life I should have found
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| I still live for sound
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| But lately all the people seem to talk too loud
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| And my feet are on the ground
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| But all the words I say are coming out like clouds
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| And they all know my name
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| And I don’t want the same
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| So I guess I’d better go
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| All those nights wasted on the speed of sound
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| I still think that I just might come around for one more
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| There’s always nights to blame
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| But sometimes this life is certain like your name
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| And the louder that the songs get played
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| The more those songs will start to sound the same
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| And I’m afraid I’ll stay
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| It’s not because of all of things that you would say
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| It’s 'cause every time I fall in love
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| Is another time I’ll watch you walk away
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| And I’m not the same
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| 'Cause now I can’t change
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| So I guess I better go
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| All those nights wasted on the speed of sound
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| I still think that I just might come around for one more
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| All those nights wasted on the speed of sound
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| I think I might just not be around for one more |