| Blur the days togeather
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| Postcards spread across my legs
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| Books and bottles on the floor
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| Brown fields in my view, through the dirty window
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| Leaving me in between cities
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| Bite my nails between notes and this blue pen
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| New respect for all the simple things
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| Hours turn into wasted days
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| Strings cut my fingers everynight
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| I miss trees in Pennsylvania
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| Twisting bottle caps at night, with friends
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| I leave my messages long distance
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| Hating the moment I hang up
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| Blur the days togeather, todays theme is
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| Tired, bored, read, write, play, drink, pills, sleep
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| Waiting for a sign from you, tellingme that you’re ok
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| February 13th one more day away
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| 22 miles from Tallahassee
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| And my hearts in my stomach again
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| Coffee and watercolors spill
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| Waking up on holiday
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| I miss trees in Pennsylvania
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| Twisting bottle caps at night, with friends
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| I leave my messages long distance
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| Hating the moment I hang up |