| I woke up far from home with a pattern on my face
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| Another night on the couch
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| TV on, I’m faced away
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| Another night in the AC
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| Trying to find some room to breathe in the arms of a stranger
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| But it is what it is and all this shit is worthless
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| Take the five to my name and I’ll buy something frivolous
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| Like the love I need
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| Not some pills, a reunion show
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| Or a face to swipe off my screen
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| Well, I woke up a year older in a city in the south
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| Wander room to room like a ghost that can’t get out
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| But I need to get outside
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| End the war inside my mind like a march to the ocean
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| If I stand in the land where my forefathers stood
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| Shooting guns at their brothers
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| ‘Cause some prick said they should
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| Maybe I can feel at ease at my eternal lack of peace
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| That this joke isn’t funny
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| I think someone wants to kill me
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| But I don’t think I can fix this if I found god
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| And there’s no drug in the world
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| That can possibly wash this off
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| Can’t even go down to the river
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| And stick my fucking head in it
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| I’ll watch the world spin
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| I’ll lay around in it
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| I am a perfect fit
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| I’ve been dreaming in languages I don’t understand
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| I’ve got spirits watching over me
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| They refuse my filthy hands
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| I’ve been coming to terms with our life
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| And how we’re all gonna die the same —
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| Forgotten in a year by the ones we love on a Tuesday morning
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| I’ll die just how I lived:
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| Stealing from some I found great;
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| Showing up a year too late
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| Now, the water is gone
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| Now the love is gone
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| Now, the future is gone
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| And I’ll just lay here, but it’s never gonna come |