| After tonight I just can’t be alone
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| I’m driving home beneath the stoplights
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| They’re holding me in suspense
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| But that’s just the way it is I guess
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| For those of us who move too fast
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| And I wish that I could say
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| That I’m wishing you the best
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| But I can’t, but I can’t
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| So I’ll write it out on paper to remember every word
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| For all the things I’ve lost and found inside of every verse
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| These are my directions to you:
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| Please, head north
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| Voices scream inside of me
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| Well, «Maybe I’m just cursed.»
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| Just like they say, maybe I’m just cursed
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| I’m always hoping for the best
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| Maybe I’m just cursed
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| I’m always hoping for the best
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| Preparing for the worst
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| So please, head north
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| Maybe I was right, maybe I was wrong
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| I just can’t write another one of these summer songs
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| Oh please not another sad, sad song
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| You’ll find me hanging on every word
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| It kills you to know that this world, it owes you nothing
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| So just forget what you’re expecting
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| You’ll find half what you deserve |