| I will lose you if I can’t be alone
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| I’m in love with your eyes when you get me stoned
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| Drive me home and I’ll sleepwalk back to you
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| I am the girl that I thought I outgrew
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| 22 years old in my parents home
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| Still speaking in whispers on the phone
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| Grandma lit up cursing in the guest room
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| All pissed off over the font on the family tomb
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| When I leave I will leave in a quiet way
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| I’m too quiet to do anything but stay
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| I keep trying to outline a better life
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| But the pen’s run dry, yeah the pen’s run dry
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| The lines never come out right anyway
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| Oooooh, oh, oooooh oh
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| Oooooh, oh, oooooh oh
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| There are monsters everywhere I turn
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| In disguises my young self couldn’t discern
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| See them now in my brother’s passing
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| See them now in my father’s absence
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| One is curled in a bedside wineglass
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| In the master bedroom, on mother’s half
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| I can hear the floorboards on which they creep
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| I can feel their fingers while I sleep
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| In a dream I am 14 all again
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| Watching my big brother talk to them
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| Saying «She ain’t half your height, pick on someone else tonight.»
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| Oooooh, oh, oooooh oh
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| Oooooh, oh, oooooh oh |