| Lately it’s been getting late but I’m not tired
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| And no thanks to sleepless nights spent burning with desire
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| So I’ll get in my car
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| We drove to the shoreline with the check engine light on
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| We slept in a spare room sparing no thoughts for our friends
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| And we’re all going, straight to hell
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| For all the lies, we tell ourselves
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| Last night
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| Last night, I wanted to leave all my friends out
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| Desperate chance dragged me out of the sand
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| But chance’s certain way of getting stuck on
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| One small desperate action robbed me of all my good luck
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| Why did I think I could make it better now?
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| Why did I think I could keep my feet on the ground?
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| If I wake up and accidentally crawl into your arms,
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| It’s nothing personal.
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| Personhood has always seemed so strange.
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| Oh, Oh, Oh, why do things always have to go and change?
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| Oh, Oh, Oh, better off if things just stayed the same.
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| If I freak out and I crash my fucking car into your house,
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| Of course it’s personal.
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| Personhood has made me feel this way.
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| Oh, Oh, Oh, why do things always have to go and change.
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| Oh, Oh, Oh, better off if things just stayed the same.
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| Oh, I’m getting too old for this shit.
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| I’m throwing fits and acting like a kid again.
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| Oh, I’m getting too old for this shit.
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| I’m throwing fits and acting like a kid again.
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| Oh, I’m getting too old for this shit.
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| I’m throwing fits and acting like a kid again.
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| Oh, I’m getting too old for this shit.
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| I’m throwing fits and acting like a kid again.
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| Oh, I’m getting too old for this shit.
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| I’m throwing fits and acting like a kid again. |