| I sit and I watch the clock
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| I picture you on the rocks
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| I’m easing your trace, a new coat of paint
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| A new set of locks, a new mattress
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| The same old bitter thoughts
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| Thought I could fill the void
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| But if I’m being honest with myself
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| Nothing ever changes, no nothing ever changes
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| Thought I could just crank up the noise
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| And maybe it would drown it out
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| But nothing ever changes, no nothing ever changes
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| And now I just stay in bed
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| Reading books I’ve already read
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| Playing guitar, I’m learning to shred
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| But it’s too hard, so I strum chords instead
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| Like it would fill the void
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| But if I’m being honest with myself
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| Nothing ever changes, no nothing ever changes
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| Thought I could just crank up the noise
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| And maybe it would drown it out
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| But nothing ever changes, no nothing ever changes
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| I sit and I watch the clock
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| I picture you on the rocks
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| I’m easing your trace, a new coat of paint
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| A new set of locks, a new mattress
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| The same old bitter thoughts
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| And even if the wait is long
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| And all the words are wrong
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| Put the recorder on and I’ll begin again
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| I just need a quiet lull
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| Some books and alcohol
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| To get me through the night
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| And I’ll begin again
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| I’ll get through the night
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| And I’ll begin again
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| Yeah, I’ll get through the night
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| And I’ll begin again |