| We order coffee in a loud diner
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| Fitting words in between plates
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| And we brace
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| Wondering who’ll be the one to stay
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| I list with the bitterness in your last face
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| Every goddamn phrase replayed
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| Years of doubt given pride of place
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| Well that’s a hell of an aftertaste
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| That’s a hell of an aftertaste
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| Hands on head
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| Fingers neatly laced
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| Elbows hugging the knees
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| Close the doors, close the doors
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| Oh you’d kill
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| To forget this place
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| And all the reasons you came
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| Close your eyes, close your eyes
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| Close the doors, close the doors
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| Quiet comfort in a loud diner
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| Vibrating, we are one of many more
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| Drifting backward in our school
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| Lost in the bubbles of the fray
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| My neighbor slowly swept away
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| Our table clears in a rush of blood
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| Holding our jaws tight we brace
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| For a hell of an aftertaste
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| That’s a hell of an aftertaste
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| Hands on head
|
| Fingers neatly laced
|
| Elbows hugging the knees
|
| Close the doors, close the doors
|
| Oh you’d kill
|
| To forget this place
|
| And all the reasons you came
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| Close your eyes, close your eyes
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| Close the doors, close the doors
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| Close the doors, close the doors
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| Close the doors, close the doors
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| Close your eyes, close your eyes
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| Close your eyes, close your eyes
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| Close your eyes, close your eyes
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| Close your eyes, close your eyes |