| Used to watch you walk into this place
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| You live the part no one is ever good at playing
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| Always laughing about L. A
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| The trick is to laugh where know one has seen you cry
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| Always need a place to lay your glass
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| Like you need a good place to lie
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| Or maybe just stretch the truth a bit sometime
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| But now you come to hide
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| The world outside is getting bright
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| And you feel too dull to shine
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| Now you come to hide
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| Did you look too deep?
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| Step too far into the light?
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| Did you hear them laughing
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| As you crawled back into your old life?
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| Your hair combed back and your blue eyes sinking too
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| Looks like something’s coming over you
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| You’re holding on for dear life
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| You’re holding on too tight
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| Always need a place to hang your hat
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| A doorknob or someone else’s lap
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| The evening is gonna feel so trite
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| By the end of the night
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| But now you come to hide
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| Comfort is just a myth
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| That you only hear about on the news
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| Now you come to hide
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| In this place no one is here to blame
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| In this place no feels ashamed
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| In this place we’re nowhere near the flame
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| We just die a little more each day |