| Times-Times-Times change but I don’t really care though
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| I’ve been laying low, time is moving kinda slow
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| Douse my wounds with a bit of rubbing alcohol
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| Driving back roads, miss you, haven’t met you tho
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| Times change but I’m still alive, I guess
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| Brain chemistry whacked, yeah, I’m quite a mess
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| Kiss my wounds with a bit of rubbing alcohol
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| Driving back roads, miss you, haven’t met you tho
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| Oh, been lonely, I’m sure you already know
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| This last week everyday we’re on the phone
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| Not like me, usually I’m all alone
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| I’m so distant, always feel so tired and cold
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| Can’t find home, lately I’ve been on the move
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| Ease my stress, yeah, that’s what i need to do
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| To get out my head, and stop thinking 'bout myself
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| Complaining, really need to shut my mouth
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| Times-Times-Times change but I don’t really care though
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| I’ve been laying low, time is moving kinda slow
|
| Douse my wounds with a bit of rubbing alcohol
|
| Driving back roads, miss you, haven’t met you tho
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| Times change but I’m still alive, I guess
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| Brain chemistry whacked, yeah, I’m quite a mess
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| Kiss my wounds with a bit of rubbing alcohol
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| Driving back roads, miss you, haven’t met you tho |