| Tripping in a basement
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| Strip away the face paint
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| Apples when they rot turn brown
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| Careful with the fire
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| Bugs that live inside her
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| Rarely ever leave this town
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| And I don’t believe that you throw me to sea
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| When there’s nothing you keep with my name
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| Out here in the streets I find myself in too deep
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| And now I’m wondering if I can change today, today
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| Tripping a hotel
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| Sweat and cigarette smell
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| Grass has never grown so tall
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| Careful with the fire
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| Bugs that live inside her
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| Rarely ever live this long
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| And I don’t believe that you throw me to sea
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| When there’s nothing you keep with my name
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| Out here in the streets I find myself in too deep
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| And now I’m wondering if I can change today, today
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| Can I make this go away
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| Today, today
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| Can I make this go away
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| I’m surrounded by the impossible, I must have lost my way
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| There’s a part of me that will always be afraid
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| And I don’t believe that you throw me to sea
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| When there’s nothing you keep with my name
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| Out here in the streets I find myself in too deep
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| And now I’m wondering if I can change today, today
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| Can I make this go away
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| Today, today
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| Can I make this go away
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| Today, today
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| Can I make this go away
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| Today, today
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| Can I make this go away |