| It’s getting ready to pour
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| Streetlights flicker on again
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| Once more it’s time to descend
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| Into the end of another long day
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| A week 'til the fourth a month 'til this dump’s dead end
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| But this heart is mine to lend not just anyone’s to take away
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| Watery eyes I got all choked up
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| Paper-thin walls keep it down
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| All the bad habits that you took on
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| Are coming out more every round
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| All the cars are splashing by
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| In a hurry to get their drivers home
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| Have one of them take you along
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| The first good safe chance I get
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| Maybe Earth’s core can pull on your empty head
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| And someone else can pretend
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| That your skin doesn’t get in the way
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| Get your head up
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| The end is near
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| No one said this would be fun
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| One short drive
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| One long pull on the trigger of a loaded gun
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| There goes the water
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| Turn those headlights off
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| It’s hot as hell and the extra wattage wears me down
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| Like a wick eaten up by the flame
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| Drains overflow
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| The gutter’s slow and choked
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| It came and stole my friend and left a caricature of a joke |