I was set up from the get-up, and I drove the wrong way home.
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Into your eyes of blue, yeah I could barely take my mind off you.
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So you set it, then you let it, slowly take the life from you.
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Getting so high from the fumes, of a burned out so-called you.
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And I feel so far away from close to you and maybe...
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We could try to find a way to walk right through,
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the plastic wall between my heart and you.
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You were faking, I'd mistaken, you for someone I once knew.
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Into the ring I flew, like a wrestler falls on cue.
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Can you show me? Please show me. why it all went down in flames.
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Was it 'cause I made it through, and you were just too fucked up to?
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And I feel so far away from close to you, and maybe...
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We could finally find a way to walk right through,
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the plastic wall between my heart and you.
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Head is stinging, phone is ringing
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Words just burnin' right on my tongue
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Please put up the magazine,
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I'm burning up like gasoline,
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I'm all alone on the phone,
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So baby won't you please pick up?
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(won't you please pick up?)
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I was set up, from the get-up
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won't you please pick up the phone?
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I feel so far away from close to you, and baby
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All I wanted was to see you walk right through
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and I feel so far away from close to you and baby
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we can finally find a way to walk right through,
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the plastic wall between my heart and..
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between my heart and you.
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Far Away From Close
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Butch Walker |