I'm waiting up for you to rescue me,
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To come around and cover everything,
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Relying on my best memories
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To breathe for me, breathe for me
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So much better than all of this, all of this
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I'm tired of singing all the sad songs in my head
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But I can't find enough of anything to drown out what you said
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And sometimes I find I catch my self letting you back in
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And I'm so tired of singing all these sad songs in my head
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'Cause I can still smell summer on your skin,
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And I can still remember giving in
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Wrapped all up in your hips, and in your sheets
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Felt great falling, great falling
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So much better than all of this, all of this
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I'm tired of singing all the sad songs in my head,
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But I can't find enough of anything to drown out what you said
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And sometimes I find I catch myself letting you back in
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And I'm so tired of singing all sad songs in my head
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I feel so faded, so far gone
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That nothing surprises me anymore
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I feel so faded, so far gone
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Nothing surprises me anymore
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Not much better now, now
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I'm tired of singing all the sad songs in my head
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But I can't find enough of anything to drown out what you said
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And sometimes I find I catch myself letting you back in
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And I'm so tired of singing all the sad songs in my head
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The sad songs in my head
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I'm so tired
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Sad Songs
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Matt Nathanson |