| I could hear all the plans we had when the wind hits me just right
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| and i’m so sick of wanting all the things i’m haunted by
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| my sympathy goes to the oldest joke that’s survived another year
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| i wonder where i’m going from where i’m at i wonder why i’m still here.
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| the writing on the subway walls reminds me why your words don’t
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| console me anymore while i’m lying wide awake on my bedroom floor.
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| i’m the lucky one, i’m getting out of here this is my last chance to disappear.
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| i’m the lucky one, i’m getting out of here, i think i may freeze on the last
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| days of summertime. |
| the local papers always opened up to obituaries
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| and engagements cause i keep track of all the fresh starts and he dying famous
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| and there’s a hate of second-hand smoke underneath the summer stars
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| along with conversations we had on this subway car. |
| the writing on the subway
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| walls reminds me why your words don’t console me anymore while i’m lying
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| wide awake on my bedroom floor. |
| i’m the lucky one, i’m getting out of here
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| this is my last chance to disappear, i’m the lucky one, i’m getting out of here,
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| i think i may freeze on the last days of summertime. |
| remember when,
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| when you said,
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| you said take these words and do what you want with them. |
| the writing on the
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| subway
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| walls reminds me why your words don’t console me anymore, while i’m lying wide
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| awake
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| on my bedroom floor. |
| i’m the lucky one, i’m getting out of here this is my last
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| chance to disappear. |
| i’m the lucky one, i;m getting out of here, i think
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| i may freeze on the last days of summertime. |