| What’s the furthest place from here?
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| It hasn’t been my day for a couple years
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| What’s a couple more?
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| And if I go, don’t forget the one good thing I almost did
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| I learned your name without words
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| I used my eyes, not my hands
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| What’s the closest you can come to an almost total wreck
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| And still walk away, all limbs intact?
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| And when I go, you’ll be there
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| Crying out, begging me
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| I won’t hear
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| I’ll just go fast into this night on broken legs
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| A near miss or a close call?
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| I keep a room at the hospital
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| I scratch my accidents into the wall
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| I couldn’t wait to breathe your breath
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| I cut in line, I bled to death
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| I got to you, there was nothing left
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| What’s the meanest you can be to the one you claim to love
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| And still smile to your new found friends?
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| In the same confusing breath
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| You pull away and draw me in
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| I wanted you, you wanted more
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| I built this life and now it’s mine
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| A near miss or a close call?
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| I keep a room at the hospital
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| I scratch my accidents into the wall
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| I couldn’t wait to breathe your breath
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| I cut in line, I bled to death
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| I got to you, there was nothing left
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| A near miss or a close call?
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| I keep a room at the hospital
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| I scratch my accidents into the wall
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| I couldn’t wait to breathe your breath
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| I cut in line, I bled to death
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| I got to you, there was nothing left |