| Cut me lose in mid-September
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| I was out of my element
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| Started building up these walls
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| Keeping everybody outside of them
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| Like bare hands holding on to the wire
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| Weeks pass, the earth is turning
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| Things start swimming into focus
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| And now I’m rolling your words through my cheeks
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| Like a mouth full of poison
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| I watch it all go up in the fire
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| You were feeling lonely, and you called me
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| Hoping I’d be home
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| You’re like a bad trip or a sick habit
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| I should’ve left it alone
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| You were feeling lonely, takin advantage
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| Knowing I wouldn’t say no
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| You’re just a bad trip, I can’t help it
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| Wake up alone now it’s December
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| There’s snow out in the yard
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| A cold wind cutting through my jacket
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| As I drift up the boulevard
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| That sinking feeling creeping in again
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| No matter what I try
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| N I’m just waiting for a signal
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| I’m just staring down at my
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| Bare hands holding on to the wire
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| Good lord, I’m worn out, you know I’m always tired
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| Bare hands holding on to the wire
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| Yeah I’m always tired |