| Used to worry for each other
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| No one’s bothered like before
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| We sleep with each others friends
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| Sneak around, fall apart, and come back for more
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| We sit around drinking tables
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| Stabilized and keeping score
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| But my mind is somewhere out the door
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| Oh we have grown
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| Maybe I’ve overstayed awhile
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| In my time in exile and
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| Oh time has flown
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| And the only thing I’ve learned
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| I want a life now of my own
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| We go to clubs
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| The songs are old
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| The evening’s blown
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| We go our ways
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| And take taxi’s home
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| Talk of Sunday outings
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| And medicate to fight the doubting
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| But know we’ll always be alone
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| We have grown
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| I’ve overstayed awhile
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| In my time in exile and
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| Oh time has flown
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| And the only thing I’ve learned
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| I want a life now of my own
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| Of my own
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| That’s my year spent in exile
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| Second guessed and dressed up in tatters
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| My both feet didn’t take this path
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| And I’m still looking for a life that matters
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| More than chit-chat
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| We listen to The Streets
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| We’re all deadbeats
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| And these old habits are starting to show through
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| Sorry I didn’t get to know you
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| Oh time has flown
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| I’ve overstayed awhile
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| In my time in exile and
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| Oh we have grown
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| The one thing that I’ve learned
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| I want a life now of my own
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| Bye bye to the friends I’ve known
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| In my time in exile |