| Stars lead the way home then the sidewalks ending
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| And I don’t recall why we’re still pretending
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| Turn myself in for crimes I didn’t commit
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| I needed to feel truly innocent
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| There was a song and I forget the name of it
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| It seemed sincere and this is kind of how it went
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| «It's one of those nights when you’re
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| Not sure who the real you is anymore»
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| Generations can be whatever they want to
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| It’s mid-afternoon and I’ll be leaving soon
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| Survivors are few and far between
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| Between two parked cars headed for anywhere
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| Cause anywhere is better than here
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| And in the ride, I become aware I’m probably not going anywhere
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| It’s one of those nights when you’re not sure who the real 'you' is anymore
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| I said that I would end myself but I think too much about family, you see
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| I need to see if I can bask in a different world
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| This is my swan song to my criminal boys and girls
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| And no one really loves us as the sun does fall
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| And a fact without no truth just isn’t fact at all
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| I want out of here, I need to find the stars
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| But the sky’s hiding them as we are ashamed of what we’ve ruined
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| The words I write stuttered the times I spoke
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| I’ve never been too close with love, life, trust and faith
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| I need out of here, I need a head clear
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| I know my voice isn’t great but at least it’s sincere
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| We are so conditioned to fall
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| It’s sad the song of the year is still nothing at all |