The paint¡¯s peeling off the streets again
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And I drive and I close my eyes in Michigan.
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And I feel nothing, not brave.
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It¡¯s a hard day for breathing again¡¦.
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The heat is chasing off all your friends
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And their scattered bodies part to the shore again.
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And I feel nothing, not sane.
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It¡¯s a hard day for dreaming again¡¦.
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I¡¯m not going back to the assholes that made me
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And the perfect display of random acts of hopelessness.
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I wish I could stay here but I think we¡¯re all ready.
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I think we¡¯re all ready¡¦.
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And I feel nothing, not safe.
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It¡¯s a hard day for dreaming again¡¦.
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Now that you¡¯ve seen almost all of America,
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All you can say is, ¡°where is all the water?¡±
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And the war has been over for years since you gave up.
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And last night, where the road had started
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And last night, when my hands were choking you.
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Last night, when the room and your mood was dipping
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And last night, when the ropes were pulling you in¡¦.
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You said, ¡°Hey, how could you love me this way?¡±
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You said, ¡°Hey, but I think we¡¯re all ready¡¦.¡±
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I think we¡¯re all ready.
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Paint's Peeling
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Rilo Kiley |