Standing on a bus stop
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Feeling your head pop
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Out in the night
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In the kind of night
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Where you want to be out
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On the street, on the street
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Crawling up the walls
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Like a cat in heat
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And the air is thin
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And it blows through your skin
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And you feel like something
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Is about to begin
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But you don't know what
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And you don't know when
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So you tear at your hair
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And you scratch at your skin
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You wanna run away, run away
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Just get on the fucking train and leave today
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And it doesn't matter where you spend the night
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You just might end up somewhere in a fight, in a fight
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Or calling your room on a concrete shelf
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Fighting all alone, with yourself, with yourself
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And you just wanna feel like a coin that's been tossed
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In a wishing well, a wishing well
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A wishing well, a wishing well
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Well you're tossed in the air
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And you fell and you fell
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Through the dark blue waters
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Where you cast your spell
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Like you were just a wish that could turn out well
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So you stand on the corner
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Where the angels sit
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And you think to yourself,
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"This is it, this is it
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This is all that I have
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All I can stand
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Is this air in my lungs
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And this coin in my hand."
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That you tossed in the air
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And I fell, and I fell
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All the way to the bottom
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Of the well, of the well
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Like those soft little secrets
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That you tell, that you tell
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To yourself when you think
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No one's listening too well
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And the walls spin
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And you're paper-thin
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From the haze of the smoke
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And the mess calling
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The threat of your brow
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Under unmade sheets
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In your ear with the noise
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From the darkest streets
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We ran far and wide
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You screamed, you cried
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You thought suicide was an alibi
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But you were always a mess
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You were always aloof
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Yeah, it's awful, I guess
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But it's the awful truth
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It was truth from the first
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To the last words that she read
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And she emerged from the dark
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Like a ghost in my head
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She said, "I haven't forgot
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Any words that you said
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I just stare at the clocks
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And I cry in my sleep
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And I tear up your letters
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And I burn them in heaps
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And I gather the ashes
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In that hole in the ground
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Where we fell"
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Wishing Well
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The Airborne Toxic Event |