This town used to be a pretty place to stay
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A place you stop off from the high way
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But all of those things
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Changed on the day you packed up your bags and you ran away
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All they say is how you've changed
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Every Day I stay the same
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So you can keep the necklace that I gave to you
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I'll keep the shitty tattoos
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I can see it from the other side
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The grass isn't always as green
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The houses burn to ashes
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I am no longer in between.
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R.I.P.
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R.I.P.
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You and me.
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I can see it from the other side
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The grass isn't always as green
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The houses burn to ashes
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I am no longer in between.
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R.I.P.
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R.I.P.
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You and me.
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I count the empty bottles upon the bar
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But I give up, I can't count that far
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And the lights in this place are too dim to see
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They're kicking me out, it's a quarter past 3
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Three tell me, you're all I got
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I just need these dreams to stop
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You can keep the necklace that I gave to you
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I'll keep the shitty tattoos
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I can see it from the other side
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The grass isn't always as green
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The houses burn to ashes
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I am no longer in between.
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R.I.P.
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R.I.P.
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You and me.
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I can see it from the other side
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The grass isn't always as green
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The houses burn to ashes
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I am no longer in between.
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R.I.P.
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R.I.P.
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You and me.
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In the back of the car, on the way to your home
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In the pouring rain, on the side of the road
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In the light of the street, in the recline of the seat
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You told me I should move on
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In the back of the car, on the way to your home
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In the pouring rain, on the side of the road
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In the light of the street, in the recline of a seat
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You told me I should move on
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I can see it from the other side
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The grass isn't always as green
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The houses burn to ashes
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I am no longer in between.
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R.I.P.
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R.I.P.
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You and me.
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I can see it from the other side
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The grass isn't always as green
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The houses burn to ashes
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I am no longer in between.
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R.I.P.
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R.I.P.
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You and me.
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R.I.P.
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| 3oh!3 |
