| The phone rings and I don’t answer
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| Good news always waits
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| And I scream into the pillow
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| But I never shed a tear
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| So I tear away the blankets
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| My heart beats bleeding knuckles
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| In your eyes I feel the magnet
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| Falling to the floor I melt
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| I am higher than the mountains
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| I am lower than the dirt
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| All alone I sit and wonder if time will take away the hurt
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| For years I walked in circles
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| For a time I stayed within
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| In time I learned my lesson
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| Everyday my world still spins
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| I’m the man around the corner
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| Bottle in a bag
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| Numbing pain inside me inside
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| I step up into the sky
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| There’s no room for the dreamer
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| The world has shut its eyes
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| Scratching icy fingers dig deep into my spine
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| Your train has come and left you and there’s no other on the way
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| Three days before the end of the month and I got no place to stay
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| For years I walked in circles
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| For a time I stayed within
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| In time I learned my lesson
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| Everyday my world still spins
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| Now I’m looking out my new window, cigarette in hand
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| See the empty faces scattered like the sand
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| Not ashamed of the way I feel
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| I know my world is real
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| But time and time again I run away
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| Not ashamed of the way I feel
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| I know my world is real
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| But time and time again I run away
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| For years I walked in circles
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| For a time I stayed within
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| In time I learned my lesson
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| Everyday my world still spins |