| On a morning in Baton Rouge
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| I change position to some heartbreaking news
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| I remember the sobs in the call about you
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| And I’m detuned
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| To what rests on Connecticut steps
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| Total shock in an assortment of friends
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| In thoughts to go along with the rest in my head
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| It’s what this meant
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| It’s what you meant
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| To everyone you met
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| Today I’m so unbelievably helpless
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| Against the pit in my stomach I couldn’t begin to shake off
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| So in the back of my mind
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| My brain has rendered me silent
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| Which not a soul around me could understand
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| I slept in the sun all the way to Jackson
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| You’d agree this is the worst goddamn place on Earth
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| Resolve to calm and conceal reactions
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| That I’m so hurt; |
| that we’re so hurt
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| It’s a clever disguise I’ve made so sure
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| Tonight I’m so unbelievably helpless
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| Against the pit in my stomach I couldn’t begin to shake off
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| So in the back of my mind
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| My brain has rendered me silent
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| Which not a soul around me could ever understand
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| Not a soul around me could ever understand |