| I told you things that I never said |
| You're the golden boy and my worst regret |
| So I cut the cost and limit feeling |
| You were all at once, 'til the fade to black |
| Took your cigarettes and poems back |
| You were in my hands, now you're on my ceiling |
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| But how's the city been? |
| You get recognized at the local bar |
| By the drunken guys and the starlit girls |
| They claw for pieces |
| Do you give a few? Do you like that? |
| Do you freak out or get sad? |
| Do you go home, or am I reaching? |
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| Hey, wait |
| Guess what? |
| Yesterday |
| I stopped and played it safe |
| Instead of walking straight to you to say |
| "Stay" |
| Never mind. OK |
| Don't mean it, plus you've changed |
| Not much, but just enough to throw away |
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| Fake fantasies and games |
| I've lost it here, it's strange |
| Composed a hundred ways to tell you |
| Hey, what if I took your call |
| As more than just a call |
| As writing on the walls? |
| You built this cage |
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| Lost color in my face |
| You're fearing I'm insane |
| Hallucination, shame, guilt, pain |
| More pain |
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| Don't let them know we're in pain |
| Don't let them know we're in pain |
| Don't let them know we're in pain |
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| I told you things that I never said to anybody else |
| I regret them |
| But I'll pack it up and practice leaving |
| You were all at once, 'til the fade to black |
| 'Til the yellow glow turned a little sad |
| You were in my hands, but you're good at leaving |
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