you're everybody's second home
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always trying to get me alone
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an easy way to lose it all
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always there when all else fails
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over by the west side rails
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but i don't really need that now
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i never really did anyhow
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i only really needed alcohol
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something that'll treat me okay
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and wouldn't say the things you'd say
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please turn out the light
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i get a sick confusion headache trying to figure out who's right
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dreaming on the silver strand
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waking up to plainclothes man
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you little bastard, little boy in blue
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someone's gonna get to you
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and f*** up everything you do
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he's so unhappy inside
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he's serious with everyone
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and he thinks he'll win you with his angry kiss
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acting like he has no needs
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wanting you to watch him bleed
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made for each other bet you pay me any mind
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just goes to show my continual decline
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they say that i'll recover my love of her once in a while
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but i don't know
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i don't think so
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there's something that i'll tell you now
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now that no one else is around
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the sort of lesson that i learned from you
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not quite the way you planned
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but i know you'll understand
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someone takes a photograph
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a picture while their sweetheart laughs
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a perfect moment in a flash of light
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counting back from 3 to 1
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that's exactly what you've done
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and i'm so unsurprised
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i remember, i remember why i dream in black & white
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goes to show my continual decline
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they say that i'll recover my love of her once in a while
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but i don't know
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i don't think so
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i don't think so
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plainclothes man
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