| In dark corners and bars and ballrooms
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| Boys get childish and grow up too soon
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| I sit and stare at the Calgary girls
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| Pretty hair and their mummy’s pearls
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| Until the fear wells up and hits me
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| Send letters to a comfortable history
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| I used to have it all
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| Now my head falls hard and alone onto a motel pillow
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| And I know there’s a script that I could rehearse
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| And there are lines, I could make them work
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| But I don’t want them, I want you
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| And it’s not like there’s a space that I need to fill
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| Or like I have any time we could kill
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| But I don’t need this, I need you
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| And this is the exact thing that I always do
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| We used to lie right here and speak
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| We were fucking great between these sheets
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| That she bought to replace the old ones she left when she needed her own space
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| And I took the hand-me-downs
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| And I flipped the covers inside out
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| And I’ll pretend that I’m different now
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| And the first time we made love
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| It was dark and we were drunk
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| In someone else’s, someone else’s hostel bathroom
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| And you turned your back to me
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| And I said, «If this is the first of many
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| Then turn back around so I can fucking kiss you»
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| And I know there’s a script that I could rehearse
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| And there are lines, I could make them work
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| But I don’t want them, I want you
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| And it’s not like there’s a space that I need to fill
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| Or like I have any time we could kill
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| But I don’t need this, I need you
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| And this is the exact thing that I always do
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| If you see me again holding up some dive bar’s end
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| With a whisky sat far too naturally between my legs
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| Will you saunter over smokily and tell me about your family?
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| And I’ll tell you you were right when you said I’d end up lonely
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| And I’ll tell you that my life didn’t crack up to what our life would have been
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| And I’ll stand up to say something, fall straight back in my seat
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| And you will check your watch and say, «It's probably time for you to leave»
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| And I’ll stand up and say something brave and grand, fall straight back in my
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| seat
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| You will check your watch and say, «It's probably time for you to leave»
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| And you will offer me a ride
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| Only 'cause so it’s so fucking cold outside
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| You were always far too kind
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| And I know there’s a script that I could rehearse
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| And there are lines and I could make them work
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| But I don’t want them, I want you
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| And it’s not like there’s a space that I need to fill
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| Or like I have any time we could kill
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| But I don’t need this, fucking need you
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| And this is the exact thing that I always do |