| Off and on and off I stare into space
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| And I get that crazed look on my face
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| Maybe too soon I don’t know what to do
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| Maybe too often I’m thinking of you
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| You say I saved you a seat at the bar
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| Our old friends are asking where you are
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| Maybe too soon I fled that scene
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| To lie under ceilings of coke bottle green
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| And I won’t see what I don’t wanna see
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| And I’ve been bitter and it’s getting the better of me
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| Maybe too much I don’t know if it’s right
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| Maybe it’s keeping me up at night
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| It’s not so often the reasons are bad
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| Just thinking about the days we’ve had
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| I want windows I can fill
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| With any life that I can kill
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| I want them open without any screens
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| A slanted ceiling of coke bottle green
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| And I won’t see what I don’t wanna see
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| And I’ve been bitter and it’s getting the better of me
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| And I won’t see what I don’t wanna see
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| And I’ve been bitter and it’s getting the better of me
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| Off and on, off I stare into space
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| And I get that look on my face
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| Meet me there in the in-between
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| Under a ceiling of coke bottle green |