| Endless days and nights alone
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| A free trade zone with the curtains drawn
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| And I’m a drunken mess winning bets on never seeing Boston again
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| I’m tired as hell about this off and on
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| And back and forth and home, then gone
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| And if I’m wrong then damn it, condemn me now, please
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| Cause I can’t breathe… without you
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| Without you
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| Without you… without you
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| That track was long and that train was fast
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| And I stopped thinking back in Halifax
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| And now I know that, I’ll never drink alone with you again
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| I touched my feet to sand and pavement salt
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| Called the Midwest my home this fall
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| But it was never home, home’s just a distraction I invent
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| When I can make rent
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| I’ll cover the cost of a flight for you to stay one night
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| Been tracing steps from months to years on stolen rides of tariff steel
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| Robbed the World Bank one of an affinity group or two
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| Now my shade tree’s gone and my dried leave bed
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| Is level grade for a parking deck
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| And my key chain’s as empty as my mood
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| God damn, I still can’t move
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| I’ll cover the cost of a flight for you to stay one night |