| Welcome back! |
| Now turn around
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| There’s no room for us here at home
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| We’re up three flights because the maintenance lights aren’t on
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| We have nice things, but they don’t work
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| The stare collections hurt the face when the phone calls start
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| This list of options only breaks my heart
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| I feel — I’ve felt this all along
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| You’d make more sense if you were wrong
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| Welcome back! |
| Now turn around
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| There’s no room here to take a break
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| We squeeze ourselves in the corners to take up space
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| It’s a six year lease, still down the street
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| Still seems so cheap
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| And yet we’re still so goddamn broke
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| I feel — I’ve felt this all along
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| It’d make more sense if you were wrong
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| I feel — I’ve felt this all along
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| It makes more sense if you were wrong
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| It’d make more sense if we were wrong
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| It makes more sense if we left
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| It makes more sense if we left
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| It makes more sense if we left
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| It makes more sense if I left
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| It makes more sense if I left
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| It makes more sense if I left
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| Never wanted more to feel wanted less
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| I’m better placed than spaced
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| Never wanted more than I could support
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| I feel — I’ve felt this all along
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| It’d make more sense if you were wrong
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| I feel — I’ve felt this all along
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| It’d make more sense if you were wrong
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| It’d make more sense if we were wrong
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| It makes more sense if I left |