| I don’t remember which train I caught
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| But someone woke me up two stops short
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| With no bag, no clue
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| Walking home in the pouring rain
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| Tryna tell myself nothing’s changed
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| 'Cause I’m alright
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| These streets don’t lie
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| Can’t let the memory fade
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| Everyday, think I seen your face
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| So give me that cold fire
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| During all those years away, oh
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| When you give me that true fire
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| Gotta chase those thoughts away, oh
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| 'Til the last glass breaks
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| Up on the mantle, those trophy wives
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| Making money, not making time
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| No love, no life
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| No regrets when I walked away
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| But they’ve been creeping back everyday
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| I’m running blind
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| Through streets don’t lie
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| Can’t let ambition fade
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| Everyday, think I seen your face
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| So give me that cold fire
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| During all those years away, oh
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| When you give me that true fire
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| Gotta chase those thoughts away, oh
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| 'Til the last glass breaks
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| Everyday, think I seen you
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| Like a knife, really cut through
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| Crackin' ice in a soda
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| 'Til the last glass breaks
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| Everyday, think I seen you
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| Like a knife, really cut through
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| Crackin' ice in a soda
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| So give me that cold fire
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| During all those years away, oh
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| When you give me that true fire
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| Gotta chase those thoughts away, oh
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| 'Til the last glass breaks
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| Everyday, think I seen you
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| Like a knife in a cut through
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| Crackin' ice in a soda
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| 'Til the last glass breaks
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| Everyday, think I seen you
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| 'Til the last glass breaks |