| I like the new place, I kiss your new face
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| Still no piano, same guy on bass
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| You’re John and you’re Paul, you’re George most of all
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| Stretched out that tattoo, you got so damn tall
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| Staying up late in the dark
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| Drinking your beer at the bar
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| Spend all your time in your car
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| Tracing your map of the stars
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| You hate when sun shines, you’re tied with red twine
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| Your car smells like cigarettes all of the time
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| I don’t go to work, I’m covered in dirt
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| You said it’s a good thing we had to get hurt
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| But you’re gone for too long, you wrote the date wrong
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| I sleep on the sofa, you sing your new song
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| Your friends seem confused, you’re black and you’re blue
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| The months gone are many, the memories are few
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| Begging for brains in your prayers
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| Falling asleep on the stairs
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| Waking up angry and scared
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| Coughing up sand everywhere
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| Walking back home one night
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| You made a mental note
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| Never to lose the plot again
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| But you still try to skip to the end
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| Staying up late in the dark
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| Drinking your beer at the bar
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| Spend all your time in your car
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| Tracing your map of the stars |