| Somewhere in Germany but I can’t place it
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| Man, I hate this part of Texas
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| Close my eyes, fantasize
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| Three clicks and I’m home
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| When I get back I’ll lay around
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| And I’ll get up and lay back down
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| Romanticize the quiet life
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| There’s no place like my room
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| But you gotta go
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| I know, I know, I know
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| Like a wave that crashed and melted on the shore
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| Not even the burnouts are out here anymore
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| And you had to go
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| I know, I know, I know
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| Out in the park we watch the sunset
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| Talking on a rusty swing set
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| After a while you went quiet and I got mean
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| Always pushing you away from me
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| But you come back with gravity
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| And when I call you come home
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| A bird in your teeth
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| So I gotta go
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| I know, I know, I know
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| When the sirens sound you’ll hide under the floor
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| But I’m not gonna go down with my hometown in a tornado
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| I’m gonna chase it
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| I know, I know, I know
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| I gotta go now
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| I know, I know, I know
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| Driving out into the sun
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| Let the ultraviolet cover me up
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| Went looking for a creation myth
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| Ended up with a pair of cracked lips
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| Windows down, scream along
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| To some America first rap country song
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| A slaughterhouse, an outlet mall
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| Slot machines, fear of God
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| Windows down, heater on
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| Big bolts of lightning hanging low
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| Over the coast, everyone’s convinced
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| It’s a government drone or alien spaceship
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| Either way, we’re not alone
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| I’ll find a new place to be from
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| A haunted house with a picket fence
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| To float around and ghost my friends
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| No, I’m not afraid to disappear
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| The billboard said the end is near
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| I turned around, there was nothing there
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| Yeah, I guess the end is here
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| Yeah, I guess the end is here
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| I guess the end is here
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| Yeah, I guess the end is here |