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Another night, another year that's gone |
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Raise your glass, I'm not home tonight |
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Nothing's changed but everything is different |
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Getting cold in the bus stop light |
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All the days, all the times we spent |
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Making plans for another life |
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Staring out of a back seat window |
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Making cuts with a plastic knife |
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This dirty heart |
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Still longs to beat |
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Back in your arms |
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Back on your streets |
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These open wounds you gave me |
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These broken bones will take me |
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Crawling on through the debris of my |
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Dirty little heart |
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Another flat, still I don't belong |
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An empty glass, still not home tonight |
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I look for change but only find a difference |
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I'm growing old in the glare of the spotlight |
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All those nights, all these hearts I've haunted |
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All the memories we shared |
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I wonder if this will ever be different |
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I wonder if we will ever be spared |
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This dirty heart |
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Still longs to beat |
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Back in your arms |
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Back on your streets |
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These open wounds you gave me |
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These broken bones will take me |
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Crawling on through the debris of my |
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Dirty little |
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These open wounds you gave me |
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These broken bones will take me |
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Crawling on through the debris of my |
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Dirty little heart |
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This dirty heart |
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Still longs to beat |
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Back in your arms |
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Back on your streets |
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These open wounds you gave me |
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These broken bones will take me |
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Crawling on through the debris of my |
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Dirty, dirty |
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These open wounds you gave me |
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These broken bones will take me |
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Crawling on through the debris of my |
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Dirty little heart |
