Nowhere you'd rather be than fifteen blocks away
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Tonight you're embracing it, tomorrow, who's to say
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Deem love unconditional but the real world don't work that way
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When we examine it, we don't know what to say
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She tells her roommates not, not to take your calls
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The severed heads line the bed, their names all burnt in the wall
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It's just not cool to act like it's a big deal
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She tells her roommates not to take your call
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You hear her telling them from the hall
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Sloppy kids get drunk and drive their cars
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Like Big Wheels, it's no big deal, it's no big deal
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We create images to make our lives seem pretty
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We stumble through our rooms in search of a life worth living
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But what good does image do when we're tired and unforgiving?
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The books you've read next to your bed, the words all roll in your mouth
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Even if you could say just what you meant do you think you could work it out?
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She tells her roommates not to take your call
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You hear her telling them from the hall
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You hang up slow scared as hell
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She's not kidding, this is real
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Nowhere you'd rather be than tied to a line to her
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Tonight you'll try again, as for tomorrow, you're not sure
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Two Violins, Which Are Meant To Represent The Forest
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| Kind Of Like Spitting |
