It seems like the ordinary's lost it's touch.
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The flavor of the internet ain't shaking hands with your best friends.
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And I'm stuck in meetings with both sides again,
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afraid to make an enemy or use anything that I probably should be flaunting.
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I stood in line for hours to take a chance on a night without a cineplex,
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but you feed me guilt when all I want is sojourn.
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So, paste on a grin before you leave the room.
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Make sure to color in your lips and flex your gums 'cause the rumors will be biting.
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If there's a place above the act, how do I decide to run away from it all?
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I'm barely in love.
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Let's take this mud and build a giant wall
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and block off all the criminals.
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We can raise it up until it crumbles down upon us.
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Better yet, we could take apart the all-night scene and black our minds with alcohol.
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We could stumble back to our beds with half the city.
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If there's a place above the act, how do I decided to run away from it all?
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I'm barely in love.
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And you said this was important, so I pledged all my investment.
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Outside of this apartment, no one knows that somewhere else on Sundays, we lie on backs just waiting for a phone call from our mothers to prove them wrong.
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I'm so sick of enjoyment.
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It gets me off then passes.
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And I've spent too long waiting for "I was wrong."
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A Night Without A Cineplex
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Some By Sea |