| The train comes early lately
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| It can’t control itself
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| The sound of wheels squeaking
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| Reminds me lately of myself
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| I watched it from the corner
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| You fixed your hair and smiled
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| At someone sipping water
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| I can tell that she’s your style
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| The door is getting heavy
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| The metal hinge is loose
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| Gave up on breathing steady
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| Since the first time I was used
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| My clothes all fit me loosely
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| My toes poke through my shoe
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| I washed my hands for hours
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| I tried to be clean for you
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| I saved all my broken hearts
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| They’re buried in your backyard
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| And I don’t think, that I can last
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| 'cause I’m a pain, in my own ass
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| Her picture’s in your wallet
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| And she looks beautiful
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| Thick paper glossy enameling
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| The feeling you get when she looks back at you
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| Next time I sit on your carpet
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| Next time I play you a song
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| I need to feel heavy hearing
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| Almost as if you’re singing along
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| I saved all my broken hearts
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| They’re buried in your backyard
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| And I don’t think, that I can last
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| 'cause I’m a pain, in my own ass |