Holding fast until the rent checks wear thin
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because it hasn't sunk in... so far.
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Well it's a drab routine, the dust starts building
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until it's hard to come clean.
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Then the months stack up to an addict crutch
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As if the drink weren't enough
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A stagger cannot compete
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There's no charm in being residential state street
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And if I was sober
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would I kill caution and stay over
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And if I was sober
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would I rip hearts apart like paper?
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I wish you could know better than you show
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with parted lips pointed down
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That the whiskey soothes more than you could ever do.
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And if I was sober
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Would I kill caution and stay over?
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And if I was sober
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Would I rip hearts apart like paper?
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What a difference it made
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What a difference it made
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And if I was sober
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Would I kill caution and stay over?
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And if I was sober
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Would I rip hearts apart like paper?
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What a difference it made
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What a difference it made
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State Street Residential
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| Death Cab For Cutie |
