You're the same old bore
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I know that, no need to remind me
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I know from experience that nothing gold can stay
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Numbers one or two, it all hits the same fan
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And I'm your biggest fan
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But it's blurry from up here in the nosebleed seats
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And I'm so homesick, but I don't know where I live
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And I can't make things make sense
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And I don't know how to give
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I feel this room collapsing, I feel the long, cold night ahead
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And I can hear you laughing when I'm driving all alone
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Looking for home
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In the tortured eyes of freeway
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That point away from sight in the night
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Oh babe fireflies in a line
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Self-loathing isn't sexy, but you still somehow get laid
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And with nothing new to offer
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Thank God my eyes stay double-paid
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So I give arbitrary answers, but resent if you call them fake
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Self-demeaning, self-infected
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You said to get to paid
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Me and her been stranger
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Looks like my mother after my father
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After me, after me, after me, after me
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And I'm so homesick, but I don't know where I live
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And I can't make things make sense
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And I don't know how to give
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So I feel my heart collapsing
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I feel the long, cold life ahead
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And I can hear you laughing when I'm driving all alone
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Looking for home
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Timber
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Kind Of Like Spitting |