| Walking outside labyrinthine
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| Over cracks along under the trees
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| I know this town grounded in a compass
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| Cardinal landed in the dogwood
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| I keep going over it over and over
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| My steps iterate my shame
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| How come every outcome’s such a comedown?
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| Lately afternoon with the shades drawn down
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| I kept saying I just wanted to see you
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| Saying, «What's wrong with that?»
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| Needles shaking outlines in a compass
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| Every outcome’s such a comedown
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| I knew it when I saw it
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| So I did just what I wanted
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| So I go through with this
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| I knew happiness when I saw it
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| I saw your boyfriend at the port authority
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| It’s a sort of fucked up place
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| Well so I averted my stride on a quick one
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| He’s coming back from going over to your place, huh?
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| I feel like I could forget about it
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| I feel like I could mellow out
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| I don’t feel undone in a big way
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| There’s nothing really bad to be upset about
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| But when I thought I was getting better
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| I woke up on the ground
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| An appointment or disappointment
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| A setback, oh, another comedown
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| As if I needed a reminder
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| Oh, I do only what I want to
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| So I go through with this
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| Walking out in the nighttime springtime
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| Needling my way home
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| I saw Leah on the bus a few months ago
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| I saw some old friends at her funeral
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| My steps keep splitting my grief
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| Through these solipsistic moods
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| I should call my parents when I think of them
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| Should tell my friends when I love them
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| Maybe I should have gone out a bit more
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| When you guys were still in town
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| I got too caught up in my own shit
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| It’s how every outcome’s such a comedown
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| And I knew it when I saw it
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| Oh, I did just what I wanted
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| So I go through with this
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| I knew happiness when I saw it |