| I came in off a dead-end street
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| Walked in slow and took a back row seat
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| I knew I had nothing new to say
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| So many people looked so burned out
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| I couldn’t help feeling bad about
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| Just having to be there anyway
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| A friend of a friend from work came in
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| I never had known what to make of him
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| He had always seemed to be so insincere to me
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| You know I’ve always been afraid of the 12-Step crowd
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| They laugh too much and talk too loud
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| Like they all know where everyone should be
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| It’s been a long, long long year
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| It’s been a long, long long year
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| How did I get here?
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| They were talkin' in a circle, I was by myself
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| Everyone was tellin' everyone how they felt
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| It felt like so long since I’d been young
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| As the circle kept movin' its way to the back
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| I was wonderin' what I was gonna say in fact
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| I still didn’t know as it rolled off my tongue
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| It’s been a long, long long year
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| It’s been a long, long long year
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| How did I get here?
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| I didn’t say a word all the way to my car
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| But a little later on that night at the bar
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| I was tellin' everybody how strange my day had been
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| They said, «Brother, all you need is another shot»
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| So I threw one down and said «Thanks a lot»
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| As I thought to myself, «Well, here we go again»
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| It’s been a long, long long year
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| It’s been a long, long long year
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| How did I get here? |