I'm in the city you hated
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My eyes are fallen
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Counting the clicks with the living dead
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My eyes are red
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I'm in the crush and I hate it
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My eyes are fallen
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I'm having trouble inside my skin
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I try to keep my skeletons in
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Is it weird to be back in the south?
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And can they even tell
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That the city girl was ever there -
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Or anywhere?
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I'm having trouble inside my skin
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I try to keep my skeletons in
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I'll be a friend and a fuck-up
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And everything
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But I'll never be
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Anything you ever want me to be
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I keep coming back here where everything slipped
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But I will not spill my guts out
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I keep coming back here where everything slipped
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But I will not spill my guts out
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I don't need any help to be breakable, believe me
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I know nobody else who can laugh along to any kind of joke
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I won't need any help to be lonely when you leave me
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It'll be easy to cover
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Gather my skeletons far inside
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It'll be summer in Dallas
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Before I realize
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I don't want you to grieve
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But I want you to sympathize (alright)
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I can't blame you for losing
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Your mind for a little while (so did I)
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I don't want you to change
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But I want you to recognize (that I)
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It'll be easy to cover
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Gather your skeletons far inside
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It'll be summer in Dallas
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Before you realize
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That I'll never be
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Anything you ever want me to be
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I keep coming back here where everything slipped
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But I will not spill my guts out
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I keep coming back here where everything slipped
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But I will not spill my guts out
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Slipped
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The National |