| I guess the bar staff see this every night
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| They’re turning tables putting candles out, careless and tired
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| And all dramas lie unstarted
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| Came for the money, stayed for the community
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| And now our funds are tight and now we chose our sides.
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| We make the same mistakes our friends might
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| We’re throwing streamers down off balconies,
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| scattered arcs across the city, makes a new body cold.
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| How you don’t stop believing in the band
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| (Last hit for sure)
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| Just cause the band stopped believing in the band
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| (Once was enough)
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| Oh, careless hands, we were made of plans
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| (From? to one night stands, when everything stands, we were made of plans)
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| Backdrop set to falling stars does not describe what we are
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| And god knows what you think of us
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| I’m losing ground to future ghosts,
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| I know that we’re good and I know that I’m close
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| But god knows what you think of us.
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| Now we sleep crooked if we sleep at all
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| We squeeze our bodies into spaces where the spaces are filled
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| And these blisters from our shattered arcs across the city
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| Makes a new body
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| And now the pressure’s on and I still sleep alone
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| We barely notice that our friends are gone
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| (No!)
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| We’re chaining cigarettes to pass the time
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| Coward, dazed by the money, trapped by community
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| How you don’t stop believing in the band
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| (Last hit for sure)
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| Just cause the band stopped believing in the band
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| (Once was enough)
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| Oh, careless hands, we were made of plans
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| (From? to one night stands, when everything stands, we were made of plans)
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| Fake reports of faulty heart does not describe what you were
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| And god knows what you’d think of us
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| I’m losing ground to future ghosts,
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| I know that I’m good and I know that I’m close
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| But god knows what you think of us.
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| Once was enough
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| Yeah, once was enough |