On the way home,
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this car hears my confessions.
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I think tonight I'll take the long way.
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This weather.
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The wind outside is biting.
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It has left me feeling tired & exposed.
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You've been asking me to bleed.
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It seems these kinds of questions
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come too easy to you now.
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Your lack of shame comes naturally.
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I should not be surprised.
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I should have seen it sooner.
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You expect me to apologize
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for things that you've done wrong.
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While you're inciting others.
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You're owning up to nothing
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and I wish that I was gone,
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because you're not going anywhere.
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This damp air
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is fighting my defroster.
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My sighs they ring victorious
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& fog this tinted glass.
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It's clouded
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& so is my head.
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The hint of these new tears are sharp.
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I try to choke them back.
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But it's useless.
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I am useless against them.
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They are beating me with ease.
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On the way home
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this car hears my confessions.
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I think tonight I'll take the long way.
|
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You expect me to apologize
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for things that you've done wrong.
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While you're inciting others.
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You're owning up to nothing
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and I wish that I was gone,
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because you're not going anywhere.
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On the way home
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this car hears my confessions.
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I think tonight I'll take the long way.
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The Sharp Hint Of New Tears
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| Dashboard Confessional |
