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Come back home for the lightning chase
I dont know why I hate this place
All these eyes staring back at you
And Im hoping they dont change my room
Talk a little too fast gonna bite my tongue
Dusty lace living in my lungs
A memory flood but its gone too soon
Heres to summer storms in the afternoon
But I hope they dont change my room
Oh I hate to say Im leaving
Got tired missionary feelings
Oh I know theres other reasons
So whats the point of trusting
Youre gonna leave me here with nothing
Oh everybody wants something
Swell so loud I forgot your name
Cut your hair but you look the same
Pay somebody and theyll pack your bags
Full of memories youd rather have
But I hope you dont mind the sand
Oh I hate to say Im leaving
Got tired missionary feelings
Oh I know theres other reasons
So whats the point of trusting
Youre gonna leave me here with nothing
Oh everybody wants something