| She says «let's take the east-way highway, I think I need to breathe»
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| And with my windows rolled down gently, it all comes out easily
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| But I have friends that say that it is easier to die
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| And I have friends that say that it is easier to die
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| Well my dad’s working late tonight
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| It’s just me and my mom
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| And I will call my girlfriend up because we used to be in love
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| My wall is painted white, but scribbled black
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| With all the small town names of Ohio’s back
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| And I remember back in school, when you were getting high
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| And we were sleeping in your basement
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| This could stand the test of time
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| And I have all these memories
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| And all these bitter pains
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| And all these simple things
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| That I wish I could go and say
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| But I don’t feel like I get who you are anymore
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| And I don’t feel like I get who you are anymore
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| And I don’t feel like I get who you are anymore
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| And I don’t feel like I get who you are anymore
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| But we could stay like this for now
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| And we could stay like this for now
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| And we could stay like this for now
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| And we could stay like this for now
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| And when I kicked you in the face
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| Your blood, it stained my shoe
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| Like some sort of pathetic letter that said «goodbye, fuck you too»
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| And I am sorry that I lost you all
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| I wonder if your mom ever talks about me still
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| And we could stay like this for now
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| And we could stay like this for now
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| And we could stay like this for now
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| And we could stay like this for now |