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I don't think that you're the one who's gonna get me out
I don't think that you're the one who's gonna get me out
I'm addicted to a certain kind of misery
How the streets lie down deserted like tangled string
And I am lost as I am walking home
I'm always lost in places I don't know
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We take back things from all the places we go
Like the mugs we stole from diners when we were on the road
Or the prizes we won from quarter machines
I will keep you with them if you stay here with me
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And we can listen to records in your room ‘cause
I feel better when I'm just talking to you
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