I can't tell you where I've been,
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But I hope to God you know.
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I want to run away from this.
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Fuck California,
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It's just the safest place I know;
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Where everything is making sense.
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So get me out of here
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And I will take this to my grave,
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Yeah, that's my dream.
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You took me out to make a point.
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I made damn sure you missed your flight.
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I've got more lines
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To write about you when you're gone.
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Because see, this CD has got me lost
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And songs won't ever save my life.
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Just send those post cards to make it known
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That you won't take to heart all the ways I've lost,
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Because I'm gone now and I'm trying not to change.
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When everything I want to sing is just wasting breath;
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I'm a liar, but I'm working on my ways.
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I swear some day when I've got a way to change my life,
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I'll be a singer with a throat; and I won't fuck up all these lines.
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But that's a hope, yeah that's all I'll ever be.
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You used to have your faith in all my words,
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But now you're killing all of me.
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That you won't take to heart all the ways I've lost,
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Because I'm gone now and I'm trying not to change.
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When everything I want to sing is just wasting breath;
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I'm a liar, but I'm working on my ways.
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I lost my voice, and then my mind.
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I wrote a book of all my thoughts
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That could take me from my life.
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I had to fight to stay alive,
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Because if I make it through the night
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Then I just swear I could survive.
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So where's your head,
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And all your heart?
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I've got a plan to make this work,
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But I can't bring myself to try.
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I'll take this slow. I'll make you move.
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I know you can hear me screaming because it's all I ever do.
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That you won't take to heart all the ways I've lost,
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Because I'm gone now and I'm trying not to change.
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When everything I want to sing is just wasting breath;
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I'm a liar, but I'm working on my ways.
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