I found my fickle friend out in the alley way.
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He said "You don't look so good."
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I said "Hey, Doc, that's great."
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"You started practicing, I never got the note."
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So lets shake and trade and be on our way.
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Let's go go go.
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So here we are again, inside your neon shrine.
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Sharing a chopping block beneath embarassed light.
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That tries to hide from us, it tucks itself away.
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So we both grab hold and say "No you don't."
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Just stay, just stay.
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The morning's hot and harsh.
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My notebook fills itself.
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The words come thick with sweat.
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But it feels like someone else
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is writing all of this.
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Someone I just can't believe
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So I mop my brow, set my pen back down. Still me, still me.
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And I'm grabbing at a feeling now
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that i can't ever name.
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Some sign posted to remind me
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how I wanted things this way.
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She says "It's pretty but you hate yourself."
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"I can hear it clear as day."
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And I say "A sin like this,
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it sounds worse than it is."
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I'm okay, okay.
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I'm okay, okay.
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I'm okay, okay.
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I'm okay, okay.
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So just stay, just stay
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So just stay, just stay
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I'm okay, okay.
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So just stay, just stay,
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just stay, just stay.
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Ohhhhh, Whoaa, Whoa oh oh
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Ohhhhh, Whoaa, Whoa oh oh
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Ohhhhh, Whoaa, Whoa oh oh
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Ohhhhh, Whoaa, Whoa oh whoa.
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Oh Whoaa, oh Whoa.
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Oh Whoaa, oh Whoa.
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Oh Whoaa, oh Whoa.
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Oh Whoaa, oh Whoa.
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Just Stay
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Kevin Devine |