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Hello Color Red
My eyes
Are tracing patterns carved into the skies over New Mexico
It makes me want to write home
And I've lost touch with everything that means anything to me
My friends always forgive me
We become too bored and quick,
A little clever, a little numb
We could a stare a lover in the eyes and lie
"Yes, I don't feel anything at all"
And I could say
That I have everything I need right now
I hope you've packed your items
But its late,
The weight of all my emptiness comes crashing down on me
I'm terrified
I can't recollect the faces that once kept me warm
They wait back home
Time takes its toll on me.
I used to so obvious with all my words, oh,
But at least I was honest!
Ahhhohhh
And I could say
That I have everything I need right now
I hope you've packed your items
But its late
The weight of all my emptiness comes crashing down on me
Tennis courts and makers and paperback best sellers
I want to be home,
I want to be myself again
Tennis courts and makers and paperback best sellers
I want to be home,
I want to be myself
And I could say
That I have everything I need right now
I hope you've packed your items
But its late
The weight of all my emptiness comes crashing down on me
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The weight of all my emptiness comes crashing down on me
But its late
I hope you've packed your items
That I have everything I need right now
And I could say
I want to be myself
I want to be home,
Tennis courts and makers and paperback best sellers
I want to be myself again
I want to be home,
Tennis courts and makers and paperback best sellers
The weight of all my emptiness comes crashing down on me
But its late
I hope you've packed your items
That I have everything I need right now
And I could say
Ahhhohhh
But at least I was honest!
I used to so obvious with all my words, oh,
Time takes its toll on me.
They wait back home
I can't recollect the faces that once kept me warm
I'm terrified
The weight of all my emptiness comes crashing down on me
But its late,
I hope you've packed your items
That I have everything I need right now
And I could say
"Yes, I don't feel anything at all"
We could a stare a lover in the eyes and lie
A little clever, a little numb
We become too bored and quick,
My friends always forgive me
And I've lost touch with everything that means anything to me
It makes me want to write home
Are tracing patterns carved into the skies over New Mexico
My eyes
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