| I’m lost on old familiar streets
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| A worn out patchwork memory
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| A late night driving on the five
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| Just like you used to
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| Just like you used to
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| I’m not at ease and your old home isn’t far
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| Look for diversions in the dark
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| I’m counting down on highway signs
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| Just like you used to
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| So I navigate around what I’m too scared to think
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| But when it’s quiet
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| That’s when I feel it
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| And when it’s quiet
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| I start to lose control
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| Cast me out and bind the voices in my head
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| The old song let its demon loose in me again
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| And now I’m hiding out and running from
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| Shadows of the things I never said
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| Out of the dark, my lesson learned a little late
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| Make blood oaths with the interstate
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| Keep moving, keep my guilt away
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| Just like we used to
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| So I navigate around what I’m too scared to think
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| By the time I get home
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| I don’t feel anything at all
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| And when I’m not home
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| I don’t get homesick anymore
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| Cast me out and bind the voices in my head
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| The old song let its demon loose in me again
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| And now I’m hiding out and running from
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| Shadows of the things I never said |