Where do I sleep tonight?
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Where did I leave my mind?
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I’ll end up on the floor
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And these words will do just fine.
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I remember the nights spent up on rooftops.
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I remember bike rides in the rain.
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We spray painted all their signs to what we wanted them to say.
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But we got so far away.
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It was a matter of time
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Between the age that we left reason
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And the day we chose to leave it.
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I’d rather stop the beat then
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Fucking waste my life.
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Skating on the ice between politics and treason,
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Where all the problems stem.
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And what’s it all to say
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If this is all just a pipe dream
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Then the plumbing is slowly leaking.
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His ink says “We’re still breathing,”
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So this is why I try.
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And I have to say goodbye.
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So where do I sleep tonight?
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Where did I leave my mind?
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I’ll end up on the floor
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And these words will do just fine
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The things we did to get even,
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Were messing with my mind
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I know you had your reasons but I did too
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We had to see this through and leave the rest behind
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I know you had your reasons but I did too
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If I could take it back and you could take it back
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We’d end up back where we were
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If I could take it back and you could take it back
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We’d end up back where we were
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Point Break
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| Smoke Or Fire |
