| It snowed in Seattle; |
| we fucked on the floor
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| Blue screen TV light behind us
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| Phone on the dresser with a miss-you message from home
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| Outside on the street, there was no one around
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| Felt like we were an island
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| But guilt has a way of showing up when you’re alone
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| Oh, the mistakes I’ve made
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| Oh, in Washington state
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| I wish that I could be a sucker for love
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| The way I’m a sucker for lying
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| But I like getting lost; |
| it’s easier than finding my way
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| I wanna start over, pack up, disappear
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| And come back treating you better
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| But there’s a girl up in Spokane and I’m like a moth to a flame
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| Oh, the mistakes I’ve made
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| Oh, in Washington state
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| Oh, the mistakes I’ve made
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| Oh, in Washington state
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| Oh, the mistakes I’ve made
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| Oh, in Washington state |