| I watch you stumble through the morning
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| I watch you stumble home at night
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| Silhouetted by a sun without sunlight
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| I’ve watched you walk straight through an evening
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| When you’re laden with the day
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| And the light of the moon, it only gets in your way
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| From a bedroom window I was anyone
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| And the street I look upon is my runaway
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| But I’m connected to the places I don’t feel connected from
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| I’m connected to the place that I don’t feel like I’m from
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| This is the kind of town where everyone knows each other
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| And everyone hates that they know each other
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| And no one is getting any younger
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| From my bedroom window I was anyone
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| Every street I look upon could be a runaway
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| But I’m connected to the places I don’t feel connected from
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| I’m connected to the place that I don’t feel like I’m from
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| I’m connected to the places I don’t feel connected from
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| I don’t feel connected from
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| So move on here now
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| You don’t belong here now
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| You don’t belong
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| You’ll never belong
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| You don’t belong here now
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| You don’t belong here now
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| You don’t belong here now
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| You don’t belong
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| You’ll never belong
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| You don’t belong here now |