All dressed up, no place to run
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No car, no girl, no pills, no fun
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Nothing to do in this empty room
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I gotta get my head together soon
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Alone again, no plans, no friends
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You call me up at half past ten
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You say "How are you holding up my friend?
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Are you sitting around getting drunk again?"
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And I hear the desperation of those lines
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Wasted hours, all this wasted time
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Oh yeah, I been just fine!
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Then you're at my door in an hour more
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I stumble down from the second floor
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And we're swaying and braying
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We don't know what we're saying
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And you grab my shirt, you're way so curt
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I swear to God that this doesn't hurt
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When you stare like that, you put on that act
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You say something and then you take it back
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And I feel as though I've done something wrong
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Oh, how I miss you and your gun
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And I wish I had the guts to scream,
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"You know, things aren't always what they seem"
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When you walk away, I want you to stay
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Don't leave me here to pace and pray
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All these nights I burnt, the hours I turned
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You think that by now I learned
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That you're only what you pretend to be
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I guess that was just lost on me
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I can't stand the way you look at me in that dress
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Oh, happy, I will be alright I guess
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If I wasn't such a mess
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I'm such a mess
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Papillon
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The Airborne Toxic Event |