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The end result of so many meetings
At late night diners with no one eating.
We sit in corners and sip burnt coffee
Count the tiles up on the ceiling
Skip this pretense and cut straight to dying
Don't beg me to keep your eyes from cryin
You said so much
Without ever parting your lips
It's past 3 A.M. and I'm still far from sleep
And this is a habit that I can't break
You're my only company
I'm skipping stones
And the street lights flicker like this match in my hand
The street lights flicker like this match in my hand
And the street lights flicker like this match in my hand
Begging to strike
Begging to strike
And I keep repeating but this payphone tele stopped receiving
Flat out of change now
I'm sure you won't accept the charges
It's all the same cause by the morning I'll be halfway to
Colorado or some place like that
You said so much
Without ever parting your lips
Past 3 A.M. and I'm still far from sleep
And this is a habit that I can't break
You're my only company
I'm skipping stones down a dull suburban street
And she keeps on asking, Do you think it hurts much to die?
It's hurting so much more to stay alive now
She is going to find out how much it hurts to die
She laces her perfume up with death
I feel it in my lungs
So I pull in the deepest breath
And drop my head...
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