| I got high in your room
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| I wasn’t sure if you wanted to
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| But I laid down and so did you
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| A rush went to my head and something bloomed
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| Something new
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| So cut every tie and break every truce
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| I don’t know why
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| But I’m still thinking of you
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| Cut every tie and break every truce
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| Every time
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| I’m still thinking of you
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| I’m still thinking of you
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| I got high, you told me off
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| You said I looked a little lost
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| Well you were right, you usually are
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| And it’s just like they say
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| The feeling comes in waves
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| In waves
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| We paced your apartment
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| You said with tears in your eyes
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| «What if things don’t get better? |
| It’s this til we die?»
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| And I thought to myself
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| «Well hey, that doesn’t sound bad»
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| I could be back in Massachusetts with my mom and my dad
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| I could be back in the basement on the same sofa bed
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| So far deep underground, hell, well I could be dead
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| But I guess I’m still here and I’m thirty years in
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| When you come from New England that’s not a sure thing
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| And I cut every last tie and I broke every truce
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| But still every night I’m still thinking of you
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| I’m still thinking of you
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| I’m still thinking of you |