this room has got a poison, tonight we drink it from the bottle
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it's the lonely desperation defining who we are
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this room has got a pain, so drink it down cause it tastes the same
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as everything we could have been,
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everything we should have been
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hold us together, tear us apart
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to keep us feeling better all along
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leaving home, and tearing apart
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taking back a little piece of my heart
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filing through the doors in to the cold suburban night
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we won't spend this night together
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we won't be making plans that it'll last forever
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I won't be home on weekends, I won't see you in December
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and I won't wish you luck on finding someone better
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hold us together, tear us apart
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to keep us feeling better all along
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a darker hour, sucking the light out
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bringing us back to life
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leaving home, and tearing apart
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taking back a little piece of my heart
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filing through the doors in to the cold suburban night
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it was a cold suburban night that brought me back home
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Crushed By The Best Texas Ever Had To Offer
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Halfwayhome |