So many ways, but you don't ever see 'em coming
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Staggering aimless on a ribbon pulled for miles
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Too many states, to many animalistic neon blinking days
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Blurred into shades that quote the terror of your eyes rolling in place
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And all you really want is to see straight
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Cut your losses love
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There ain't no one who understands what you're thinking of
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No one
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And life is just lonely
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Automatic, dull and marred
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Then pulled apart so you know now that you really are
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No one
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And Life is just lonely
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Now you're not sure, whether it's coming or just going
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Completely unnerved, and they're clamping fetters on your time
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Too many plurals, too many amputated feelings you can't reattach with words
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So they infer, distorting meaning in your lines
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It's all absurd and you don't really have any answers
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Cut your losses love
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There ain't no one who understands what you're thinking of
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No one
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And life is just lonely
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Automatic, dull and marred
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Then pulled apart and you know now that you really are
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No one
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And life is just lonely
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Transient schemes, thread bare scenes, and still no wherewithal
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Nicotine walks, nervous talks, constantly trading palms
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Oh supply and demand
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And yes you really are no one
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And life is just lonely
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Cut your losses love
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There ain't no one who understands what you're thinking of
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No one
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And life is just lonely
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Now It's Over
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| Dear and the Headlights |
