| I’ve been burning my life from both ends
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| It scares the shit out of me, just to get back in it
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| Outside hurts my pride
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| But inside takes me back, where I’m on trial
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| Been asleep on the floor for a week or so
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| Laid down laid low, to taste the cold of it
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| A passenger of your life,
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| A stowaway hiding there, in the back your head
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| Six years on the backseat of your car
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| Somewhere on the map i must belong
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| Several times I tried, to be someone in your eyes
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| Six years on the backseat of your car
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| Went out, to watch the moon and the size of it
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| Noticed the time, and got sick of it
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| Would something blow my mind?
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| Cause it’s your hands on the wheel, and I’m only lying
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| Had a blast for a while, and got tired again
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| Laid down, laid low, taste the irony
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| Outside hurts my pride
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| But inside takes me back, where I’m on trial
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| There must be another way
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| Just lay down the innocence
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| We’re not just subway bound
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| Lay down the innocence
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| Six years on the backseat of your car
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| Somewhere on the map I should belong
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| Several times I tried, to be someone in your eyes
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| But it’s been six years on the backseat of your car
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| Six years on the backseat of your car
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| Six years on the backseat of your car |