| Stay put and let me unlock the gate
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| I know it’s too cold out
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| I get it, I know I’m always up too late
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| But my routines have seemed the same for years
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| I know I’m difficult to figure out
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| But don’t sweat it if you’re planning on skipping town
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| I’m comparing lives to make you stay put
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| Assimilate and recreate
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| The stories which you continue to illustrate so well
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| You’re setting up a shock to sit still
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| To where you’re moving right along
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| To when I can admit where I was wrong
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| With what you haven’t found
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| You can draw your losses out
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| To where the city just got a little colder now
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| It’s colder now
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| To what you’ve worn out
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| So I don’t have much to offer
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| Besides an old bike seat and some bad advice
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| To keeping true with where we’d aged
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| And translate sarcastic for being nice
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| Stay put
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| Assimilate or recreate
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| And ride home
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| To where you’re moving right along
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| To when I can admit where I am wrong
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| To where it’s what you had in mind
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| To better suit your time
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| Better suit your time
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| With what you haven’t found
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| You can draw your losses out
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| To where the city just got a little warmer now |