| Back in the bar they push the tables back
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| Lay you out like you walked into a speed trap
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| Felt my stomach drop right outta thin air
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| They got their hands in my pockets even if theres nothing there
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| Feel like a sick mind, feel like the only one
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| Dont know who Im looking for, or if its anyone
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| And in the back room they had the word spread
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| Come without a conscience to be leading back and into bed
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| What should I do
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| I wouldnt know what to say
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| Between the door Ill probably turn them all away
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| They look so bored that it doesnt matter anyway
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| And I dont wanna be naked
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| Get taken in and taken
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| Come in like Im lost, just got off the bus
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| Dont know how to act, how to look anonymous
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| Feel like Im lined up behind the cue ball
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| Between my pocket and the eye in the hole in the wall
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| (what do you see when you see me?)
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| What should I do
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| I wouldnt know what to say
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| Between the dorr Id probably turn them all away
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| They look so bored that it doesnt matter anyway
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| And I dont wanna look hopeless
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| Look broken in and broken |