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Dear And The Headlights - Try |
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Straighten up my shoulders for my mother and mirrors |
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The overcompensation of a posture I'm dying to know |
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Feeling like a kid selling ten dollar chocolates |
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Reciting all my rehearsed lines to your closing door |
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Thought a change of scenery would make me feel better |
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Moved four hundred miles away, I'm still staring at the floor |
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And feeling useless as a mime in a counseling session |
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Here's a million mute expressions, |
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here's the one where I choke on my words |
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Then in comes the church with the answers |
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Ah Ah bless me with those tired acronyms |
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They look good on the overhead slide |
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They're saving lives |
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Works every time |
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Coughing courtesy up in a month of indifference |
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And lapping up the lie with an apologetic tongue |
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I'm polishing my eyelids with a hand on your shoulder |
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Scripted adornment always kills concern |
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Sick of coming home with the TV mumbling |
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There used to be a time when you spoke to me with words |
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I'm swearing up and down saying it's a commitment |
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And toasting new beginnings saying sorry I thought it would work |
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All my speech is riddled with annulment |
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I'm sorry, I'm just doing what I think I should |
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I'm gathering my things and I'm leaving for good in November |
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I don't know when I'll talk to you |
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I guess when both our eyes have finally died |
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I still want to try |
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