| Trip around the house reading atlases at night
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| How we barely beat the dawn back home
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| The streets have fallen out but the story’s better told
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| I don’t know if we’re still talking but I know you talk about me sometimes
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| Trip around the house reading atlases at night
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| How we barely beat the dawn back home
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| Making car trips and memories and dropping out of classes
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| I don’t know if we’re still talking but I know you talk about me sometimes
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| I feel the
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| All the sleep we’ve lost
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| I was staring at my shoes in a service station carpark when you called
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| Dedication versus time loss
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| The righteousness everybody lost
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| We’re happy but God knows we’re barely holding lives or real jobs
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| All the attempts, all the gin left
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| All the blistered fingernail dents we’ve grown
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| All those broken sticks and strings
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| We replaced, they’d break, we replaced, they’d break again
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| On that grateful first night
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| Between chants and
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| Maybe I’m exaggerating slightly but not
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| This band is killing us |