| I’ve been here all week, five showers, six sleeps
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| And you ask if I’m staying
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| I’m like «I need space, baby, I miss my place»
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| So you ask if I’m playin'
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| I say «There's no games», still I feel the same
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| But deep inside I’m shaking
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| Stay or go, yes or no
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| Oh, what a mess I’m making
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| Have I been here too long?
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| Will it ever feel like home?
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| Should I pick it up and go and run, run?
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| I’ve been getting good at goodbyes
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| I can’t even get a good high
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| Should I pick it up tonight and run, run?
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| Run, run, run, run, run, run
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| It went to your head, but nobody said
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| That you had to forgive me
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| But I once read, that what’s left for dead
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| Can rise again and live free
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| Is there a place where I can erase all the things that I’ve seen?
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| Oh, it’s alright, now just shut your eyes
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| And lay here beside me
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| Have I been here too long?
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| Will it ever feel like home?
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| Should I pick it up and go and run, run?
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| I’ve been getting good at goodbyes
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| (I've been getting good at goodbyes)
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| I can’t even get a good high (Oh no)
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| Should I pick it up tonight and run, run?
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| Run, run, run, run, run, run
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| Have I been here too long?
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| Will it ever feel like home?
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| I’ma pick it up and go and run, run |