Out here it's 95 degrees in the shade There's nothing left, but ashes of the plans we made I'll be the last one standing, I'm not afraid Of trippin' over myself, worrying 'bout The things they said
It feels just like being alone I wish I was at home with you You're the only thing that's real
All the books I've read just leave me cold Same lies, same confessions, same stories being told It's amazing how cheaply everyone's bought and sold How easy we break, how easily we fold
And you know It feels just like being alone I wish I was at home with you You're the only thing that's real I can do anything Act like a fool or I can sing about you You're the only thing that's real
It's so easy to stumble, so easy to lose your way It won't take much to forget what you're trying to say
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