I'm sailin' away to a place I'm afraid of
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The dawn isn't here, the sun hasn't rose
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I'm drinkin' my days with a coastal on Shoreman
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They got to make and children back home
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The last that I heard you were down in New Orleans
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You were workin' your days at The Print
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I'll drink 'til I drown and I'll smoke 'til I'm burnin'
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Your hands are all over my scent
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I worry for you, you worry for me
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And it's fine if we know we won't change
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I collect every dream in these old empty pockets
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In hope that you'll see 'em someday
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But the wreckage of you, I no longer reside in
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And the bridges of auction's been burned
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And the ash of the home that I started the fire in
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It starts to return to the Earth
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Well, I'm leavin' this town and I'm changin' my address
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I know that you'll come if you want
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And it's not Halloween but the ghost you're dressed up as
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Sure knows how to hunt, yeah, she kows how to hunt
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It's an ode to the hole that I found myself stuck in
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It's a song the graves that I dug
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There's a murder of crows in the low light of Boston
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And I see your face in each one
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Well, I'm hearin' my life in the tiniest objects
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I'm seein' my life on a screen
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I'm hearin' your voice in a new foreign language
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If only I learned how to speak
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But the wreckage of you, I no longer reside in
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And the bridges of auction's been burned
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And the ash of the home that I started the fire in
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It starts to return to the Earth
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Well, I'm leavin' this town and I'm changin' my address
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I know that you'll come if you want
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And it's not Halloween but the ghost you're dressed up as
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Sure knows how to hunt, yeah, she kows how to hunt
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