postcards on the floor
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but this pen can't write lonliness no more.
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waking up all alone
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on the opposite side of the coast.
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I'm commited to insecurity and you.
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and love is overated.
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it leaves you devistated
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heart ripped in two
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roadside state of mind
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boulevard of broken dreams washed out this time
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after time I was lost and looking
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but knew I'd never find
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what is mine in a world that's so unkind.
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and love is overated.
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it leaves you devistated.
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the only things I know are
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road signs and rock songs and lonely hotel rooms.
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but still I need you here, whats new?
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it's 6am. las vegas doesn't look so cool
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once the sun come up.
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I draw the blinds and I dream of you.
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I'm committed to all these memories of you.
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and love is overated.
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it leaves you devistated.
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love is overrated.
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road signs and rock songs
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