| I’ve been keeping track of everything
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| Notes and maps of where I’ve been
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| Somehow I’ve always found
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| A way to sleep through unfamiliar sounds
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| I lost myself in FM airwaves
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| And found a way to keep my mind straight
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| I’m living well, at least in my head
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| And letting go of what you said
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| Everybody come a little bit closer
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| Everybody sing a little bit louder
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| We run this town tonight
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| So keep your fingers crossed
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| Hide them behind your back
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| I’ll hold my breath
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| And let you fill the room
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| With smoke and mirrors things look clearer
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| Just don’t panic
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| So chase your words with your tongue
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| 'Cause you can’t avoid me now
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| I lost track of the little things
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| The cliques at home and the guilt they bring
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| Somehow I figured out
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| How well you keep your secrets now
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| I guess I’ll keep it on the tip of my tongue
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| Another verse that won’t be sung
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| Is bitterness supposed to taste this sweet to me?
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| Oh, lights out Poughkeepsie
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| You’ll be just fine without me
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| Tell me the stories when I get home |