| Too much time alone
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| Readin' Jack and drinkin', I’m starin' at my phone
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| Made it fast, and cannot get them back
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| Another Saturday night
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| I guess I’m wonderin' where you’re at
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| Hopin' I’ma wake up soon
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| Just stuck within this must move
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| So I’m gonna run, run, run
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| Without traces or sound
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| A ghost, a dream 'cause now I’m dead
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| You’re tellin' me leave this town
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| So darlin' away from me
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| Trust me I love your soul
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| But fuck this cycle, I’m not comin' home
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| Me and all of my friends
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| Been down the rabbit hole a time or two
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| And I don’t know how it ends
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| But I know that we’ll make it through
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| As long as we go
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| The street’s they don’t talk too well
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| I’m hopin' they don’t seek us soon
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| It’s time that we make our moves
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| So I’m gonna run, run, run
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| Without traces or sound
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| A ghost, a dream 'cause now I’m dead
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| You’re tellin' me leave this town
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| So darlin' away from me
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| Trust me I love your soul
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| But fuck this cycle, I’m not comin' home
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| Fuck this cycle, I’m not comin' home
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| I’m not comin' home
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| I’m not comin' home
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| I’m not comin' home |