[Originally by The Weakerthans]
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My city's still breathing (but barely it's true)
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through buildings gone missing like teeth.
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The sidewalks are watching me think about you,
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all sparkled with broken glass.
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I'm back with scars to show.
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Back with the streets I know.
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They never take me anywhere but here.
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Those stains in the carpet, this drink in my hand,
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these strangers whose faces I know.
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We meet here for our dress-rehearsal to say " I wanted it this way"
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and wait for the year to drown.
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Spring forward, fall back down.
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I'm trying not to wonder where you are.
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All this time lingers, undefined.
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Someone choose who's left and who's leaving.
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Memory will rust and erode into lists of all that you gave me:
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a blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest,
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the best parts of Lonely, duct-tape and soldered wires,
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new words for old desires,
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and every birthday card I threw away.
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I wait in 4/4 time.
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Count yellow highway lines that you're relying on to lead you home.
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Left And Leaving
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| Number One Fan |
