You're everybody's second home
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Always trying to get me alone
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An easy way to lose it all
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Always there when all else fails
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Over by the west side rails
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But I don't really need that now
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I never really did anyhow
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I only really needed alcohol
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Something that'll treat me okay
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And wouldn't say the things you'd say
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Please turn out the light
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I get a sick confusion headache trying to figure out who's right
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Dreaming on the silver strand
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Waking up to plainclothes man
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You little bastard, little boy in blue
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Someone's gonna get to you
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And fuck up everything you do
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He's so unhappy inside
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He's serious with everyone
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And he thinks he'll win you with his angry kiss
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Acting like he has no needs
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Wanting you to watch him bleed
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Made for each other bet you pay me any mind
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Just goes to show my continual decline
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They say that I'll recover my love of her once in a while
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But I don't know
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I don't think so...
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There's something that I'll tell you now
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Now that no one else is around
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The sort of lesson that I learned from you
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Not quite the way you planned
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But I know you'll understand
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Someone takes a photograph
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A picture while their sweetheart laughs
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A perfect moment in a flash of light
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Counting back from 3 to 1
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That's exactly what you've done
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And I'm so unsurprised
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I remember, I remember why I dream in black & white
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Goes to show my continual decline
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They say that I'll recover my love of her once in a while
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But I don't know
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I don't think so
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I don't think so...
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Plainclothes Man
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| Elliott Smith |
