| It’s been a bit; |
| you look a little sick
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| You got the vibe of a ghost and I’m not equipped
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| But I can host, or I can drive, and a ride might be right
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| Just hit the gas and crash tonight
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| Must have been a beast
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| I bet you still rock a sweater in the heat, right?
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| And you can stand like it’s not that bad
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| But I only hear from you when it is, and you know that
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| My agenda, is pure, I’m sure you remember
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| The dialogue that occurred, I would render
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| The whole canvas blue
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| If it was just another bender to manage through
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| Guess it depends on the day-to-day
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| Most days I don’t even wanna see your face
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| Don’t say that you don’t need love; |
| it’s old
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| Act tough, but your blood’s exposed
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| I like the way you comb your hair
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| And I love them stylish clothes you wear
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| You’ve got some lights you’re down to share
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| It seems as if you want to care
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| Good luck: the game you play ain’t fair
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| Still stuck on why you’re standin' there
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| We’ll keep your name in silent prayer
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| Tear down that self-made cross you bear
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| I’ve been your ride the last few years
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| I’ve seen you through when no one’s there
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| I finally get why that’s the case
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| We let the liar lie in wake
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| Up, it don’t deserve my sleep
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| And I can’t catch a wink 'til you stop, 'til you think
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| 'Til you’re clean, 'til you quit, 'til you’re done; |
| this is it
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| I’m at the end of my rope
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| You’re at the end of your wick
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| Midday with your bright stage light on your
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| Mistakes, more weight and the frame might
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| Give way to the offbeat dance 'til the
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| Cit-ay and the concrete cracks in here
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| I still watch you cause I believe
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| There’s something true behind your teeth
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| It’s in them secrets that you keep
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| Fish out of water trying to breathe
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| I like the way you comb your hair
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| And I love them stylish clothes you wear
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| You’ve got some lights you’re down to share
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| It seems as if you want to care
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| Good luck: the game you play ain’t fair
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| Still stuck on why you’re standin' there
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| We’ll keep your name in silent prayer
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| Tear down that self-made cross you bear
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| Bear with me, it’s wrong to stare
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| But somehow I’m on it like it’s what you wanted
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| Now I’m here, whistlin' a song and tears
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| That might fall on a pair of distracted ears
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| Are you listening? |
| It’s the sound of toy handcuffs
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| And another voice you can’t trust
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| Disrupt the self-destruct
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| Waitin' for the ball to hit the ground just to watch it bounce up
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| Up, and down the same steps
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| We both have climbed that bind and connect us
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| I still feel the itch sometimes, but it lets up
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| You scratch 'til you bleed; |
| you bleed just to prove life
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| So you can see it with your own two
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| But it’s mixed with a mess and it’s not you
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| Can you hear me past the heartbeat?
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| Or do you only know I care when our eyes meet?
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| I like the way you comb your hair
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| And I love them stylish clothes you wear
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| You’ve got some lights you’re down to share
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| It seems as if you want to care
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| Good luck: the game you play ain’t fair
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| Still stuck on why you’re standin' there
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| We’ll keep your name in silent prayer
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| Tear down that self-made cross you bear |