The time has come for colds and overcoats.
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We're quiet on the ride,
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we're all just waiting to get home.
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Another week away, my greatest fear.
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I need the smell of summer,
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I need its noises in my ears.
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If looks could really kill,
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then my profession would be staring.
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Please know we do this cause we care
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and not for the thrill.
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Collect calls to home
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to tell them that I realize
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that everyone who lives will someday die
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and die alone.
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And we won't let you in.
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Though we're down and out.
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No we won't let you in.
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You win, you win, you win.
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I wrote more postcards than hooks.
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I read more maps than books.
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Feel like every chance to leave
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is another chance I should have took.
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Every minute is a mile.
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I've never felt so hollow.
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I'm an old abandoned church with broken pews
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and empty aisles.
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My secrets for a buck.
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Watch me as I cut myself wide open
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on this stage. Yes, I am paid
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to spill my guts. I won't see home till spring.
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Oh, I would kill for the Atlantic,
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but I am paid to make girls panic
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while I sing.
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And we won't let you in.
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Though we're down and out.
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No we won't let you in.
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And we won't let you in.
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We don't want what isn't ours.
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We won't let you in.
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You win, you win, you win.
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And the coastline is quiet.
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While we're quietly losing control.
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And we're silent but sure
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we inventened the cure
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that will wash out my memories of her.
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"The harpoon is loaded. The cage is lowered.
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The water is red."
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Like you, like you.
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And we won't let you in.
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Though we're down and out.
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No we won't let you in.
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And we won't let you in.
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We don't want what isn't ours.
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We won't let you in.
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You win, you win, you win.
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I Will Play My Game Beneath The Spin Light
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