| I’m a raw nerve in the sunlight
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| After two weeks in the dark
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| If you’ve gotta tell me you’re not using
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| It’s probably 'cause you are
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| I saw you there
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| Just a block off the sea, you’re a rowhome
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| On an empty street where the others have been torn down
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| And you’re the last one standing
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| It must get lonely
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| It must get lonely
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| When the gray starts to swallow gray
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| Where the sky meets the Irish sea
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| Like a suit that’s been to too many funerals
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| And starts fraying at the seams
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| I saw a bag of clementines split right open on an English street
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| And the contrast made me feel so goddamn dizzy
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| I saw you there
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| A block off the sea, you’re a rowhome
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| On an empty street
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| The others have been torn down
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| You’re the last one standing
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| It must get obvious enough that I’m not ever gonna change
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| It must get obvious enough, I’m the one who stays
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| But it must get lonely
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| It must get lonely
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| But it must get lonely
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| But it must get lonely
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| I’m a specter in the dim light on the flowers by the grave
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| In the Montmartre in Paris
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| Where the crows seem to know my name
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| And they left footprints in the snow
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| Along the fence on Palmer Street
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| Cigarette butts on the headstones
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| That you left for me
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| I saw you there
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| Just a block off the sea, you’re a rowhome
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| On an empty street where the others have been torn down
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| And you’re the last one standing
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| It must get obvious enough that I’m not ever gonna change
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| It must get obvious enough that I’m the one who stays
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| It must get obvious enough that I’m not ever gonna change
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| It must get obvious enough, that you’re the one who stays
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| But it must get lonely
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| It must get lonely
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| (it must get lonely)
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| It must get lonely
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| (it must get lonely)
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| It must get lonely
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| (it must get lonely)
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| It must get lonely
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| It must get lonely |