| It’ll fade away every so often
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| It’s the question you choose
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| Take it back to your hideaway
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| Not gonna try today
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| Not gonna tighten the noose
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| Medicate while the words are escaping
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| Still no sign of the truth
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| Carry me through the threshold
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| And bury me in the mold
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| Casted by my own youth
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| Where’d you go, sitcom girl
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| Where’d you go, sitcom girl
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| I can’t get high waiting for you to come
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| Come home and show me the light
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| Where’d you go, sitcom girl
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| Where’d you go, sitcom girl
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| I can’t get high waiting for you to come
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| Come home and show me the light
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| Find the reason to love me completely
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| Find the reason to stay
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| Let the spirit that’s haunting this
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| Come out and taste my kiss
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| I’m still superstitious
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| It’s the blood that’s tattooed in your fingers
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| It’s the flow of the draw
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| And the flesh that has owned me
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| Is this flesh that will kill me
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| The flesh that makes this so hard
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| Where’d you go, sitcom girl
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| Where’d you go, sitcom girl
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| I can’t get by waiting for you to come
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| Come home and show me the light
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| Where’d you go, sitcom girl
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| Where’d you go, sitcom girl
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| I can’t get by waiting for you to come
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| Come home and show me the light |