| I can’t tell you where I’ve been
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| But I hope to God you know
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| I want to run away from this
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| Fuck California
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| It’s just the safest place I know;
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| Where everything is making sense
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| So get me out of here
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| And I will take this to my grave
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| Yeah, that’s my dream
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| You took me out to make a point
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| I made damn sure you missed your flight
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| I’ve got more lines
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| To write about you when you’re gone
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| Because see, this CD has got me lost
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| And songs won’t ever save my life
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| Just send those post cards to make it known
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| That you won’t take to heart all the ways I’ve lost
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| Because I’m gone now and I’m trying not to change
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| When everything I want to sing is just wasting breath;
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| I’m a liar, but I’m working on my ways
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| I swear some day when I’ve got a way to change my life
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| I’ll be a singer with a throat; |
| and I won’t fuck up all these lines
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| But that’s a hope, yeah that’s all I’ll ever be
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| You used to have your faith in all my words
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| But now you’re killing all of me
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| That you won’t take to heart all the ways I’ve lost
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| Because I’m gone now and I’m trying not to change
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| When everything I want to sing is just wasting breath;
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| I’m a liar, but I’m working on my ways
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| I lost my voice, and then my mind
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| I wrote a book of all my thoughts
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| That could take me from my life
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| I had to fight to stay alive
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| Because if I make it through the night
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| Then I just swear I could survive
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| So where’s your head
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| And all your heart?
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| I’ve got a plan to make this work
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| But I can’t bring myself to try
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| I’ll take this slow. |
| I’ll make you move
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| I know you can hear me screaming because it’s all I ever do
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| That you won’t take to heart all the ways I’ve lost
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| Because I’m gone now and I’m trying not to change
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| When everything I want to sing is just wasting breath;
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| I’m a liar, but I’m working on my ways |