| Doubt, doubt, doubt
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| It kills everything that you love
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| Now, now, now
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| I’m losing myself on the run
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| And I flew to California
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| Thought I could leave
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| Every piece of you right here
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| Yeah I flew to California
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| Still wide awake
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| Oh the sun burned it on clear
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| How I still love you
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| I still love you
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| But sometimes you have to go
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| Trade your heart for bones
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| To know you need to come back home
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| Come back home
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| Paint-chipped skies
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| Nothing is ever as it seems
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| Behind these codeine eyes
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| Blind to the world in between
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| And I flew to California
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| Thought I could leave
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| Every piece of you right here
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| Yeah I flew to California
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| Still wide awake
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| Oh the sun burned it on clear
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| How I still love you
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| I still love you
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| But sometimes you have to go
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| Trade your heart for bones
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| To know you need to come back home
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| Come back home
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| Getaway
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| I always thought I needed a getaway
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| Getaway
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| I always thought I needed a getaway
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| Getaway
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| I always thought I needed a getaway
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| Getaway
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| I always thought I needed a getaway
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| But I still love you
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| I still love you
|
| But sometimes you have to go
|
| Trade your heart for bones
|
| To know you need to come back home
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| Come back home
|
| Getaway
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| I always thought I needed a getaway
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| Getaway
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| I always thought I needed a getaway
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| Getaway
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| I always thought I needed a getaway
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| Getaway
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| I always thought I needed a getaway |