| It’s been an hour and you never felt more alone
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| And it’s clear that you never really made it home
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| Despite the speeches the secrets make it quite known
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| And the glory’s all your own
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| Leave us and stay on the phone
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| It eats us to see your knees down to the bone again
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| The owner’s got to move on
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| Set to devour like a clock set to carry on
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| But it’s fear that’s been keeping you from coming home
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| You’ve got the reach and the secrets to make it alone
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| Take a bow that’s all your own
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| One plane ticket solidifies your goodbye
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| Despite expectancy and efforts put forth to try
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| And fill the void that never really was there
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| Put on your best suit
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| This parade’s for you
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| Dressed in press we hang our heads for you
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| Take a side, take your eyes off emotion first
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| When you’re ready we’ll be here to give you the worst
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| It’s coming out, what we talked about
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| Kill the part of you consumers like to read about
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| Can I call you out?
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| Last time you pulled out |