| Friday night, 3 AM
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| Sink into the place again
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| You don’t know me anymore
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| Lay my head down on the rack
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| ‘Cause yesterday I just got back
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| I don’t know if I will never sleep again
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| Looks like we might have to go
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| Something’s telling me our cover’s blown
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| There’s got to be a better way
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| Running like we’re marching, there’s no light of day
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| Inch by inch, killing time
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| Heading for the county line
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| A voice inside tells me to wait
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| No control, fading fast
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| Not sure how long this can last
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| And I don’t like what I’ve become
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| Looks like we might have to go
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| Something’s telling me our cover’s blown
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| There’s got to be a better way
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| Running like we’re marching, there’s no light of day
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| Turning up, knock it down
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| Three days and I’m never in town
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| Someone’s following behind
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| Take a breath, slow it down
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| Frinch my fist to stand my ground
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| You won’t see me anymore
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| Looks like we might have to go
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| Something’s telling me our cover’s blown
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| There’s got to be a better way
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| Running like we’re marching, there’s no light of day |