stuck in this house again. feel my times been painted thin
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and it¡¯s been raining for a year, forecast whispers: chance is slim
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she is sitting in her room writing love letters to no one
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and she¡¯s been watching too much t.v, I think it¡¯s finally showing
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it¡¯s like I¡¯ve seen this all before in a cheesy mid-day movie
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it¡¯s like something from days of our life or judge judy
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it¡¯s like my life¡¯s been put through a slow-mo. backward replay
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and it¡¯s getting me nowhere fast, there has to be something
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there has to be something
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sleep¡¯s a thousand miles away, so maybe I should stop sleeping during the day
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of course there¡¯s always thinking, but I¡¯m thinking of giving that all away
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if I could be somewhere else, anywhere, I would be
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¡¯cause there¡¯s no one any where, everyone has left here
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i heard you moved just around the way, to the suburbs my girl
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don¡¯t you know I¡¯m never getting out of here alive
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it¡¯s like I¡¯ve seen this all before in a cheesy mid-day movie
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it¡¯s like something from days of our life or judge judy
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it¡¯s like my life¡¯s been put through a slow-mo. backward replay
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and it¡¯s getting me nowhere fast, there has to be something
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there has to be something
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Set Back
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| The Devoted Few |
