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Sometimes, walking the walks of the garden state,
I find myself wandering through the lit streets of New York.
And here I am, once again back to where I dread to be,
Where the many flies fancy their habitats in my room.
Fine then, go find your way.
Go find your way.
Go find your way,
Go find your way.
I've done nothing but write "oh, love" in my diary,
But I'm soon finding out there're far better things to run my ass for.
Oh, don't you want to hold my hand?
Are you sure you won't get lost?
Baby, come give me kiss.
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Too Bad I'm Sick.
02:06
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Oh, it's true, I've been trying to be neglecting of it all,
Grab an apple, go out run a few miles and come back for a shower.
Some days I've just decided to take personal days at home,
Singing songs about singing songs and playing guitar all day.
And I keep telling myself that it should be dead,
And I keep telling myself that it should be well dead.
Oh, it's true, I've found you,
No, I don't need to go back.
(Come back to me.)
Oh I'll be frank, if you want, frank, I just needed my smoking break.
Sick and tired of games on my phone, and two-tomato-movies.
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Stay.
04:58
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I'm glad when I can see your face,
I'm sad when I can't see you smile,
And I'm wondering just where it was that went so wrong,
That I'm here, writing for you.
We are making small talk,
Again, like we always do.
And as we are speaking, I can't help but notice,
Your hair smells like flowers.
Oh, please stay, for me.
And I'm looking into your eyes again,
I don't know why, but somehow you make me feel so weak.
I'm not even sure if I enjoy spending my time with you,
Because it hurts that much more.
Everything comes back to you,
Everything comes back to you, to you.
Please, stay.
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On Booze.
04:22
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And it's that time again,
Of the day,
When I'd say I miss you now,
But I'm too confused.
I can't see.
My head feels lighted now,
from cheap beer and hot sauce.
I can't say what I want,
Or, God, what I need.
I can't see.
God, condemn me now,
For I am too lost.
Or pour your mercy now,
I need your grace.
I can't see clearly.
I guess, the Christmas spirit's got,
Me down by the ankles.
So what do I do now,
With you.
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