I'm staring out into that vacuum again
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From the back porch of my mind
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The only thing that's alive, I'm all there is
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And I start attacking my vodka
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Stab the ice with my straw
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My eyes have turned red as stoplights
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You seem ready to walk
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You know I'll call you eventually
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When I wanna talk, 'til then you're invisible
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Cause there's this switch that gets hit
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And it all stops making sense
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And in the middle of drinks
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Maybe the fifth or the sixth
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I'm completely alone at a table of friends
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I feel nothing for them
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I feel nothing, nothing.
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Well I need a break from the city again
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I think I'll ship myself back west
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I've got a friend there she says,
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"hey anytime"
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Unless that offers expired
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I have been less than frequent
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She's under no obligation
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To indulge every whim
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And I'm so ungrateful, I take
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She gives and forgives and I keep forgetting it
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And each morning she wakes
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With a dream to describe
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Something lovely that bloomed
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In her beautiful mind
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I say, "I'll trade you one
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For two nightmares of mine,
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I have somewhere I die,
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I have somewhere we all die"
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I'm thinking of quitting drinking again
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I know I've said that a couple of times
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And I'm always changing my mind
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Well I guess I am
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But there's this burn in my stomach
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And there's this pain in my side
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And when I kneel at the toilet
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And the morning's clean light
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Pours in through the window
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Sometimes I pray I don't die
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I'm a goddamn hypocrite
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But then night rolls around and it all starts making sense
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There is no right way or wrong way, you just have to live
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And so I do what I do, and at least I exist
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What could mean more than this?
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What would mean more, mean more?
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Hit The Switch
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| Bright Eyes |
