| On the way home this car hears my confessions
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| I think tonight I’ll take the long way
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| In this weather, the wind outside is biting
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| It’s left me feeling tired and exposed
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| You’ve been asking me to bleed
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| It seems these kinds of questions
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| They come too easy to you now
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| Your lack of shame comes naturally
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| I should not be surprised
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| I should have seen it sooner
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| Expect me to apologize for things that you’ve done wrong
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| But you’re inciting others
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| You’re owning up to nothing and I wish that I was gone
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| ‘Cause you’re not going anywhere
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| And this damp air, it’s fighting my defroster
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| My sighs they ring victorious and fog this tinted glass
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| And it’s clouded and so is my head
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| The hint of these new tears are sharp I try to choke them back
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| But it’s useless. |
| I’m useless against them now
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| They are beating me with ease
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| On the way home this car hears my confessions
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| I think tonight I’ll take the long way
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| On the way home this car hears my confessions
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| I think tonight I’ll take the long way |