| I was stuck at Sticky’s on a Friday in July
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| All my friends were somewhere else
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| They never wondered why
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| A crowded table near me
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| Was probably feeling tight
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| So I stayed in the corner
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| And I think I drank all night
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| The less that you can see me
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| The less I have to say
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| But if it’s up to me I’ll fade away
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| I was reminiscing with the one that got away
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| But my heart just dropped
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| And my mouth just stopped
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| There was nothing else to say
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| I could see right through her
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| As the truth fell from the sky
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| And the walls around came crashing down
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| And the future drifted by
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| The more that you can see me
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| The less I have to say
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| But if it’s up to me I’ll fade away
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| More than one way to skin a dog
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| You say who’s had his day
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| So take my hand and come
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| With me and we’ll fade away
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| Raindrops on the windshield
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| Headlights in your eyes
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| In another lonely city
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| On another sleepless night
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| The more that you see through me
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| The less I have to say
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| But if it’s up to me, I’ll fade away |