Transfixed to details in the ceiling
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Won't dissolve the feeling
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You're not out there
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Haunts you to believe it
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When they tell you that meeting people's easy
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But you won't dare
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One more night
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You know that you owe yourself at least just that
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One more night
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You know that you owe yourself at least just that
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Faint strange lights
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Echo in the outskirts of your mind tonight
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Highway glare, nearly there
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But cold fronts and frigid stares
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Oh, keep you from there
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Basement bliss, the blindside kiss
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And shyness you'd rather miss
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Oh, but you're too scared
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One more night
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You know that you owe yourself at least just that
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One more night
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You know that you owe yourself at least just that
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Faint strange lights
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Echo in the outskirts of your mind tonight
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The Blindside Kiss
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| Neon Indian |
