| April went by,
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| Still wasting my time.
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| Saving all I have for you,
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| You make me feel home,
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| You make me feel right,
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| You make me feel, I guess.
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| Staring at the walls, packing all I have,
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| Sending my goodbyes again (some
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| things never change).
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| Ooh, 'cause — this city means no love,
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| And it’s finding its ways inside my veins.
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| Ooh, 'cause — this city means no love,
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| Creeping and crawling,
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| creeping and crawling.
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| I could feel it starting to get old,
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| I guess I was supposed to know that.
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| It’ll feel so alone!
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| Tired of walking, tired of moving, trying to
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| hold on to things that I’m losing,
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| Everything’s turning round again.
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| And I’m sitting on my way in non-place,
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| Getting to know a disposable friend.
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| Florescent light — so I almost forgot,
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| Things can feel all right.
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| Ooh, 'cause — this city means no love,
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| And it’s finding its ways inside my veins.
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| Ooh, 'cause — this city means no love,
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| Creeping and crawling,
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| creeping and crawling. |