| Oh if I go to you we’re both getting no where
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| If I pick up the phone well you can commit me
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| I haven’t learned a goddamn thing since
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| Since we turned 20 but I
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| I think it’s time we learn to say we are sorry
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| All the red parts of my blood are off on vacation
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| And the nerve in my tongue died just before the 15th
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| And I’m reacquainted with this pit in my stomach
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| This empty drum replaces my heart beat
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| So let the heat from the radiator kiss me
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| Let it burn me in my sleep
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| And let me cry like a pair of ripped up kneecaps
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| And then meet me across the street
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| May the tears never taste less sweet
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| 'Cause I am still alive
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| 'Cause I am still just me
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| And maybe we boarded the bus with the wrong foot
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| Two people headed for different destinations
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| If you would ask the driver
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| If he could please pull over
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| I’ll trust my shoes and sense of direction
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| Oh and let the sky explode rain onto my head now
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| Let it roll into my eyes
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| Oh and let me blindly stumble down the highway
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| Let me just barely survive
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| May the moon evade this sight
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| 'Cause I am still just me
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| 'Cause I am still alive
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| Alright
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| And let the heat from the radiator kiss me
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| Let it burn me in my sleep
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| Oh and let me cry like a pair of ripped up kneecaps
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| And then meet me across the street
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| May the tears never taste less sweet
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| 'Cause I am still alive
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| 'Cause I am still just me |