| Just picture me on a train heading home at one a.m.
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| and I’ll picture you’re doing the same.
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| dressed up with somewhere else to be.
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| I hope he says that he loves you.
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| I hope you see it in his eyes.
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| I hope his shoulder is softer than mine.
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| I hope that he’s better than me.
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| It’s one thing to ruin these songs for me,
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| those songs that still rot in my ears
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| but you’ve ruined places that I used to love and live to forget.
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| It’s one thing to ruin this song for me,
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| this song it still rots in my ears
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| and you’ve ruined these places that I used to love and now live to forget.
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| because in this city of potholes and rooftops
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| the people they live to forget and drink to forgive
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| I guess that nobody wins.
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| Is this the happiest you’ve ever been.
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| I hope that it is.
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| Is this the happiest you’ve ever been
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| I guess that nobody wins.
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| Is this the happiest you’ve ever been.
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| Oh god I hope that it is.
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| Is this the happiest you’ve ever been.
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| I guess that nobody wins.
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| Oh god I hope that it is.
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| Is this the happiest you’ve ever been.
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| nobody wins. |