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Distance is up, static is down. |
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And all the east coast, has burned out. |
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Save for me, save for you. |
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There's nothing here to fucking do. |
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Sleep in shit, and stinking too, freezing point, free to choose. |
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Woke up dead, in my bed, too much shit in my head |
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No I could never, think of you again. |
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No, no, no, no I could never, think of you again. |
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Guitar. |
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There was a sign, it's all mine. |
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And there's some reason I might find. |
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Got some plans, follow through. |
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Find something that I could do. |
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It's always the east coast, always the asshole. |
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Doing the wrong thing at the right time. |
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Hanging half drunk, everytime, |
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Anytime, all the time. |
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No I could never, think of you again. |
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No, no, no, no I could never, think of you again |
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No, no, no I could never, think of you again. |
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No, no, no, no I could never, think of you again. |
