| Early afternoon at the souvenir shop
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| Bought a funny ashtray for a couple bucks
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| Then we ate pizza under the moonlight
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| Or we ate french fries under the moonlight
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| Why would any hotel have a bearskin rug?
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| Why would they assume I’m cool with where that’s from?
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| I murmured to you soaking in the sky
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| I murmured to you soaking in the sky
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| Soon enough it can’t get any darker
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| We’ll toss and turn once it starts getting hotter
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| Woah
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| You can give an ultimatum with a loaded gun
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| I still can’t tell you what day of the week we’re on
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| Some days I blink and suddenly it’s night
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| And I broke my promise, didn’t go outside
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| The dust collects the second that you wipe it off
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| Too late to vacuum, but not too late to toss
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| The roaches I discarded late at night
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| That piled up in the ashtray over time
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| It feels indicative of a disaster
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| Manifestation of ambitions shattered
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| And I’ll lean into it, keep getting sadder
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| It doesn’t mean that it really matters
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| It doesn’t mean that it really matters
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| Yeah, honestly, it doesn’t
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| It doesn’t even matter
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| Everything’s not just a fucking omen
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| Under the blankets in our messy home
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| Let’s remind ourselves of what we’re doing right
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| Cause seek through cracks and surely you will find
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| Yeah, seek through cracks and surely you will find
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| Don’t seek through cracks when everything is fine
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| Ooooooo
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| Ooooooo |