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Sometimes I like to stick my fingerswhere they don't belong.
Sometimes I like to fake a feverand just stay home.'
Cause we smile in herewe don't get too close to sadness.'
Cause what's holding usis just about to break.
Ain't it funny howlife can drag behind usjust like so much dead weight.
Sometimes what feels likepretty good musicis just the same old song.
Sometimes we deal withbygone bruisesand find it's been too long.
But we laugh in herewe don't get too close to sadness.
We know good enoughis a thousand miles from grace.
Ain't it funny howlife can drag behind usjust like so muchdead weight.
And my hometown trainis pulling from the station.
And I know for once
I really will be late.
And I'll dream that wecan leave the past behind usjust like to muchdead weight.
Sometimes I like to stick my fingerswhere they don't belong.
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