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I can't tell you where I've been, |
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But I hope to God you know. |
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I want to run away from this. |
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**** California, |
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It's just the safest place I know; |
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Where everything is making sense. |
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So get me out of here |
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And I will take this to my grave, |
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Yeah, that's my dream. |
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You took me out to make a point. |
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I made damn sure you missed your flight. |
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I've got more lines |
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To write about you when you're gone. |
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Because see, this CD has got me lost |
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And songs won't ever save my life. |
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Just send those post cards to make it known |
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That you won't take to heart all the ways I've lost, |
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Because I'm gone now and I'm trying not to change. |
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When everything I want to sing is just wasting breath; |
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I'm a liar, but I'm working on my ways. |
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I swear some day when I've got a way to change my life, |
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I'll be a singer with a throat; and I won't **** up all these lines. |
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But that's a hope, yeah that's all I'll ever be. |
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You used to have your faith in all my words, |
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But now you're killing all of me. |
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That you won't take to heart all the ways I've lost, |
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Because I'm gone now and I'm trying not to change. |
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When everything I want to sing is just wasting breath; |
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I'm a liar, but I'm working on my ways. |
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I lost my voice, and then my mind. |
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I wrote a book of all my thoughts |
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That could take me from my life. |
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I had to fight to stay alive, |
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Because if I make it through the night |
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Then I just swear I could survive. |
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So where's your head, |
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And all your heart? |
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I've got a plan to make this work, |
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But I can't bring myself to try. |
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I'll take this slow. I'll make you move. |
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I know you can hear me screaming because it's all I ever do. |
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That you won't take to heart all the ways I've lost, |
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Because I'm gone now and I'm trying not to change. |
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When everything I want to sing is just wasting breath; |
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I'm a liar, but I'm working on my ways. |