Smeared black ink... your palms are sweaty
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And I'm barely listening to last demands
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I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath
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Where I am
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Where I am
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I'll wear my badge... a vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest
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That tells your new friends I am a visitor here...
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I am not permanent
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And the only thing keeping me dry is
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Where I am
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Where I am
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Where I am
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You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
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A stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visiting
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And I am finally seeing
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Why I was the one worth leaving
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Why I was the one worth leaving
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D.C. sleeps alone tonight
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Where I am
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Where I am
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Where I am
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You seem so so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
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A stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visiting
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And I am finally seing
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Why I was the one worth leaving
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Why I was the one worth leaving
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Where I am
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Where I am
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Where I am
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The district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights
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And send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening
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And I am finally seeing
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Why I was the one worth leaving
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Why I was the one worth leaving
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Why I was the one worth leaving
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Why I was the one worth leaving
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The District Sleeps Alone Tonight
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The Postal Service |