More or less, I'm a mess.
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Now that the sun is down, and I'm all locked up in this dusk that you call dawn.
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Pouring down like the day you left.
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Making up like we never did.
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Streetsigns and sidewalks have never looked so dead,
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since you stole my heart, and threw it in this dead end.
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Streetsigns and Sidewalks
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Remember Maine |