| Cigarette smoke dances back in the window,
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| And I can see the haze on the dome light
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| I’m conjuring ghosts on a forty hour ride home,
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| And they keep asking me what I’m doing with my life.
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| While my cousins go to bed with their wives.
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| I’m feeling like I’ve fallen behind.
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| Well, the highway won
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| I’m listening to traffic reports one on one
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| Coming quietly undone.
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| I was born to run
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| Away from anything good.
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| An escape artist’s son
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| Sun-drenched pavement in my blood
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| The first thing that I do when I walk in is find a way out for when shit gets
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| bad and…
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| I’ve been looking for
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| Tears in the screen door (tears in the screen door).
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| I’ve been waiting for
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| Another disaster (another disaster).
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| Well I’m still afraid
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| Like a kid in the sixties
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| Staring at the sky
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| Waiting for the bomb to fall.
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| And it’s all a lie
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| What they say about stability.
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| It scares me sometimes
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| The emptiness I see in my eyes.
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| And all the kids names I’ve ever liked recited tragedy.
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| Well, I don’t want my children growing up to be anything like me.
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| I’ve been looking for
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| Tears in the screen door (tears in the screen door).
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| I’ve been waiting for
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| Another disaster (another disaster).
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| But I was kinda hoping you’d say.
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| I was kinda hoping you’d stay.
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| I keep a flashlight
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| And a small knife
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| In the corner of my bed stand.
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| I keep a flashlight
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| And the train times
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| But you wouldn’t understand.
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| How could you understand?
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| Jesus Christ. |
| I’m 26.
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| All the people I graduated with,
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| All have kids,
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| All have wives,
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| All have people who care if they come home at night.
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| Well, Jesus Christ, did I fuck up?
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| I’ve been looking for
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| Tears in the screen door (tears in the screen door).
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| I’ve been waiting for
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| Another disaster (another disaster).
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| But I was kinda hoping you’d stay.
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| I was kinda hoping you’d stay.
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| I was kinda hoping you’d stay. |