| You’ve got yourself in a polarized coma
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| You haven’t known what time it is for days
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| Maybe 'cause you think you’re slipping
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| Maybe 'cause you think they’re all the same
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| I won’t talk a lot
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| Maybe this voice is strained, nothing gained
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| When all is lost
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| Maybe we’ll rearrange, numb the pain
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| You’re burning fuel, I can hear it in your voice
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| My doctor thinks it’s driving me insane
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| Rode my bike down to our old place
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| Crunching leaves to drown out the radio waves
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| So I lied a lot
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| Maybe I got confused, wasn’t caught
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| Thought you’d forget I was there
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| Unless you heard me move, kiss and cough
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| It’s getting late and you’re slipping on ether
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| The train is cold and your head slides onto my hood
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| I straighten up, pick my nails deeper
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| You slip to sleep while I pray you still want me too
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| So I lost control
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| Now it’s just in and out, up and down
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| And God I’m so tired
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| But I always seem to want you to stick around
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| Come home with me, stumble along
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| Crazy to think it’s been this long
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| Come home with me, stumble along
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| Crazy to think it’s been this long
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| Come home with me, stumble along
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| Crazy to think it’s been this long
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| Come home with me, stumble along
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| Crazy to think it’s been this long
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| Crazy to think it’s been this long
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| Crazy to think it’s been this long |