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I'll catch the 9:30 to anywhere, |
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From the city who loves me, |
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And the people who care. |
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I'll head towards the West coast |
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For something new; |
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There's not a sign right ahead, |
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And nothing left to lose |
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But still I'm blue |
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And this is what I have to do. |
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And I, don't wanna lose another year. |
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Wherever I go, |
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I always find myself back here. |
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The old box full of polaroids sits on my shelf |
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With the pictures of the first time we took the city by ourselves |
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And the whole ride home |
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We played "Konstantine" |
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And I walked you to your doorstep |
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And you kissed me in the rain, my lucky day |
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I still spell konfusion with a "k" |
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And I, don't wanna lose another year. |
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Wherever I go, |
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I always find myself back here. |
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And all the nights we spent |
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Just watching TV in your room |
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All the days we lost |
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Thinking that we couldn't lose |
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And I look back at the stupid things I used to do |
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And I wouldn't change, |
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I wouldn't trade, |
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A thing. |
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All I got to show, is my stupid bruise |
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And I, don't wanna lose another year. |
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Wherever I go, |
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I always find myself back here. |
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Bababababa... |
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(And I, don't wanna lose) |
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Dadadada... |
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(another year...) |
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Dadadada... |
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(wherever I go...) |
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Dadadada... |
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(I always find myself back here...) |
