| Feel the dirt, fight the ground I tread
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| I am a curse, I guess I’ve always slept better in an empty bed
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| I skipped states to stay sane, and though it lead me through
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| Northeast 15th couldn’t keep me from loving you
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| I tried running away to rid myself of the shame
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| Ended with nothing but holes in my jeans
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| Hang me in the closet with the rest of your outgrown things
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| And find another selfish lover and hold them close
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| Find another better suited to cover your bones
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| And I, I wish you weren’t here
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| Wish you weren’t here
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| I wish you weren’t here
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| A thousand miles and I still feel you like the thorn in my side
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| Running from my problems never worked
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| But I’m still lengthening my stride
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| I hear your laugh from someone else, sometimes your name in passing
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| And after all the damage dealt
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| I just wish you weren’t here
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| I am your worn-out clothes
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| You are the ache in my bones
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| I tried running away to rid myself of the shame
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| Ended with nothing but holes in my jeans
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| Hang me in the closet with the rest of your outgrown things
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| And find another selfish lover and hold them close
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| Find another better suited to cover your bones
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| And I saw you with my eyes closed
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| I heard you calling in a dream
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| And distance doesn’t mean a thing
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| When I still see you in my sleep |