| I used to think that my bones were rotting
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| You like to think that I’ve forgotten you
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| But it’s not the truth, no not at all
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| Like a grave that I will lie in
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| This little house that I thought I’d die in old
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| But growing old is nothing new
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| And it’s the same, it’s the same town
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| From the sky down to the ground
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| It will never ever, ever change at all
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| Down at the bar, it’s the same old faces
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| We walk around to the same old places
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| I need something else, or something new
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| There’s something wrong in my head I am spinning
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| I never get out of bed and I’m sitting on
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| 100 songs, I wrote for you
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| And it’s the same, it’s the same town
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| Every address, every sound
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| It will never ever, ever change at all
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| Yeah it’s the same, same town
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| From the sky down to the ground
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| It will never ever, ever change at all |