| Maybe I need to go out tonight
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| And get stabbed to death to feel alive
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| Yeah I, I used to try
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| Or dig a drug tunnel to the past
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| Burn old birthday cards I kept
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| To light, to light a path
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| I’d make it lead to
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| A childhood bedroom
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| Where the hum of passing cars
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| Fades out like the stars
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| On your ceiling
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| I’m half the man my father knows I should be
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| And I can feel, I can feel her getting over me
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| My grandparents always tell me
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| I’m their first prayer every morning
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| God’s, God’s blessings
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| But I know what that really means
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| They may not speak English perfectly
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| But they, yeah they read me
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| They’re warning, it’s storming
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| The garage has the best view
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| If you’re lightning, I’m counting
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| I’ll sit through it with you
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| Oh, oh
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| I’m half the man my father knows I should be
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| And I can feel, I can feel her getting over me
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| He saved lives while I just ruined mine
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| I used to, I used to, you know I used to try
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| I’m half the man my father knows I should be
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| And I can feel, I can feel her getting over me
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| I can feel her getting over me |