| It took a photograph of her and me to get her home to her city
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| Driving through the darkness, her lover passed out in the back
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| And as she drove through the country town without a thought of slowing down
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| I really hope she forced that television smile for me
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| A necklace and a set of keys from a whirlwind tour of Sydney
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| And as the blood falls out my knees I remember why I hate to sleep
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| Dreaming of car doors slamming, waking up to him on a single bed.
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| And when I said «us,» I meant «them,»
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| And when I said «them,» I meant «you,»
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| And when I said «you,» I meant «nothing,»
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| And when I said «me,» I meant «anyone,»
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| And when I said «Sam,» I meant «Tom,»
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| And when I said «Tom,» I meant «her,»
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| And when I said «us,» I meant «them.»
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| And the community meant more to me than all the times that I’d believed that we
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| were one against a common enemy
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| She looked at me and said, «Darling you make me so fucking scared,»
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| And I upped and left and she was standing there on the same goddamn single bed
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| I get up, I got to work, then I come back again
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| I spend my money on a place that lets me live closer to my job
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| So all this chest beating and fist pumping really means a whole fucking lot
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| This is all we have |