| Remember the way the mattress sat
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| In the middle of my room
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| With a light above and my notebooks on the nightstand
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| The calm and the storm, the rain and the phone
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| Listening to all these records at midnight, for once home felt like home
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| I’ve always found myself back here
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| With a constant ringing in my head
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| I’m still excited after all these years, September came and went
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| The cold on my face, I like to be outside
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| I stare up at the stars when I get home
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| Tonight it’s all weighing on my mind
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| After 3am I just start to write, and my thoughts they always end up blank
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| Oh well, another time and another place
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| I’ve always found myself back here
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| With a constant ringing in my head
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| I’m still excited after all these years, September came and went
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| I’m poor and I’m happy
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| I’m tired and I’m cranky
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| I’m poor and I’m happy at least most of the time
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| I feel young, I feel restless
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| I’m a fool, and I’m wreckless
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| But I’m poor and I’m happy at least most of the time
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| I’ve always found myself back here
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| With a constant ringing in my head
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| I’m still excited after all these years, September came and went
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| I’ve always found myself back here
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| With a constant ringing in my head
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| I’m still excited after all these years, September came and went |