| You can write about it
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| You can feel it flow through your heart
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| You can wish for it with all your might
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| But then it really happens
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| All I know is I can’t stay at home
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| I stay out all night — at least 'til closing time
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| He stares at my window
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| Stares all night long
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| Like he would drink the last drop
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| From my reflection
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| I only trust their indifference
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| I only trust a touch that slides off of me
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| I only trust a short-term rental and a long walk home
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| Another drip lost in the Milky Way…
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| You butcher, you tailor
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| Did your sad mothers name you?
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| You came out of nowhere
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| And that’s what defines you
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| Your entertainment value
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| Like a plastic dinosaur
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| The truth matters more
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| Than what you did or who you are
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| You can dream about it
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| You can wish for it with all your might
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| But then you hear its song beat against your window
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| And then it really happens
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| All I know is I can’t stay at home
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| I stay out all night — at least 'til closing time
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| He stares at my window, stares all night long
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| Like he would answer all my questions |