I¡¯m not listening I¡¯m over it, sending it over and out
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It isn¡¯t alright to reside in this town anymore
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And what for?
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Call all my good friends, tell them it¡¯s come down to this
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I always said that they¡¯d know where to find me
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When all else fails and I¡¯m running on ocean time
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This city¡¯s colder than it used to be
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Sometimes I wonder can anyone else see
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My heart¡¯s not broken but it seems to be ignoring me
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I¡¯m not listening I¡¯m over it, sending it over and out
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It isn¡¯t alright to reside in this town anymore
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And what for?
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This city¡¯s colder than it used to be
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Sometimes I wonder can anyone else see
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My heart¡¯s not broken but it seems to be ignoring me
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Midnight is where the day begins, get up and get over it
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The darker the berry the sweeter is the wine
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This city¡¯s colder than it used to be
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Sometimes I wonder can anyone else see
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My heart¡¯s not broken this time but it seems
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I¡¯ve just spent to long in this place I believe
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I¡¯ll start again today in a new city
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New City
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The Fold |