| Hanging up the phone with the fliers
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| At the bus stop waiting patiently as patience expires
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| Standing still with toes on the line
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| Your co-dependant zine relationship affords you the time
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| The Terry town bell doesn’t ring anymore
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| Unpolished slogan reads that punk love has finally lost
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| Mistakes & letters tossed
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| You’re standing with your ankles crossed
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| Tiptoes and tailored doubts
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| Westchester turnabouts
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| Still you keep holding out for too much the same
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| Six years and mixed regrets
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| Westchester minuets
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| Stuck on the day you left, I’m too much the same
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| Saving up the words for the few
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| Replaced the subtlety of irony with songs no one knew
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| The truancy of love we had known
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| I’d dance with anyone to keep myself from being alone
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| The muted post horn doesn’t sing anymore
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| Unpolished slogan reads that punk love has finally lost
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| Mistakes & letters tossed
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| You’re standing with your ankles crossed
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| Tiptoes and tailored doubts
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| Westchester turnabouts
|
| Still you keep holding out for too much the same
|
| Six years and mixed regrets
|
| Westchester minuets
|
| Stuck on the day you left, I’m too much the same
|
| Tiptoes and tailored doubts
|
| Westchester turnabouts
|
| Still you keep holding out for too much the same
|
| Six years and mixed regrets
|
| Westchester minuets
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| Stuck on the day you left, I’m too much the same
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| Tiptoes and tailored doubts
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| Punk love has finally lost
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| Tiptoes and tailored doubts
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| Let’s just say it, Let’s just say it
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| Tiptoes and tailored doubts
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| Punk love has finally lost
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| Tiptoes and tailored doubts
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| I’m too, too, too much the same |