| I give up, I surrender
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| I’m still stuck in that September
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| I could draw the way you looked
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| But what you said, I can’t remember
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| We were killing daisies
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| The payback’s crazy
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| You said you’d come home soon
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| I’m still waiting
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| I’ve seen this sunset before
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| If I stayed longer
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| Then this would be forced
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| Close up my windows and doors
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| There’s cars down my street
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| They sound so much like yours
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| I give up, I surrender
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| I’m still stuck in that September
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| I could draw the way you looked
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| But what you said, I can’t remember
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| We were killing daisies
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| The payback’s crazy
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| You said you’d come home soon
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| I’m still waiting
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| I redid my place like it’s yours
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| So if you came through town
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| When you stopped by you’re warm
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| My eyes have aged, tired and worn
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| But I’d live the same
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| Even if I was warned
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| I wrote you this song but I doubt you’ll ever hear it
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| You walk past couture and treat the windows like they’re mirrors
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| From inside the store, it seems like I got ignored
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| But you weren’t looking past the door
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| To be down
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| I can show you what it’s like to be down
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| To be down
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| To be down
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| To be down
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| To be down
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| So long live the car crash hearts
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| Cry on the couch and let the poets come to life
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| Fix me in forty-five |