| Well I’ve been lockin' myself up in my house for sometime now
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| Readin' and writin' and readin' and thinkin'
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| And searching for reasons and missing the seasons
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| The Autumn, the Spring, the Summer, the snow
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| The record will stop and the record will go
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| Latches latched the windows down
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| The dog coming in and the dog going out
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| Up with caffeine and down with a shot
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| Constantly worried about what I’ve got
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| Distracting my work but I can’t make a stop
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| And my confidence on and my confidence off
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| And I sink to the bottom and rise to the top
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| And I think to myself that I do this a lot
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| World outside just goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes…
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| And witness it all from the blinds of my window
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| THREE, FOUR
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| I’m a little nervous 'bout what you’ll think
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| When you see me in my swimming trunks
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| And last night in New York I got raging drunk
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| Remember one time I got raging drunk with you
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| Now, I can recall a time when we made the city
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| Streets our playground, swimming in the fountains
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| Filled with cigarettes and bottles
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| Sped through Italian city streets of cobblestone
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| Because we had to
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| Because I loved you
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| Because the damned alcohol
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| Because what ever at all
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| Now I’ve grown too aware of my mortality
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| To let go and forget about dying
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| Long enough to drop the hammer down
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| And let the indolence go wild and flying through
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| Because we had to |