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My eyes are tracing patterns carved into the skies over New Mexico
It makes me want to ride home
And I've lost touch of everything that means anything to me
My friends always forgive me
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
When I have everything I need right now
I hope you're proud you liar
But its late
I'm terrified that
I can't recollect the faces that once kept me warm
They wait back home
Time takes it's toll on me
I used to be so obvious with all my words so
But at least I was honest
Ahhhh Ahh Ahh Ahhhh
And I could say
When I have everything I need right now
I hope you're proud you liar
But its late
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I want to be home
I want to be myself again
Tennis courts and makers
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I want to be home
I want to be myself again
And I could say
When I have everything I need right now
I hope you're proud you liar
But its late