| I’m in the city you hated, my eyes are falling
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| Counting the clicks with the living dead, my eyes are red
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| I’m in the crush and I hate it, my eyes are falling
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| I’m having trouble inside my skin, I tried to keep my skeletons in
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| Is it weird to be back in the South? |
| And can they even tell
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| That the city girl was ever there, or anywhere?
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| I’m having trouble inside my skin, I tried to keep my skeletons in
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| I’ll be a friend and a fuck-up and everything
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| But I’ll never be anything you ever want me to be
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| I keep coming back here, where everything slipped
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| But I will not spill my guts out
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| I keep coming back here, where everything slipped
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| But I will not spill my guts out
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| I don’t need any help to be breakable, believe me
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| I know nobody else who can laugh along to any kind of joke
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| I won’t need any help to be lonely when you leave me
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| It’ll be easy to cover, gather my skeletons far inside
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| It’ll be summer in Dallas before I realize
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| I don’t want you to grieve, but I want you to sympathize, alright
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| I can’t blame you for losing, your mind for a little while, so did I
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| I don’t want you to change, but I want you to recognize that I
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| It’ll be easy to cover, gather your skeletons far inside
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| It’ll be summer in Dallas before you realize
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| That I’ll never be anything you ever want me to be
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| I keep coming back here where everything slipped
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| But I will not spill my guts out
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| I keep coming back here where everything slipped
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| But I will not spill my guts out |