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Waiter send this to the table, the party of one,
The only other lonely soul in this place.
And so you're finishing up your coffee,
But then where you gonna run?
Where'd you get that look on your face?

You should always let the sun go down on your anger;
Let it burn you to sleep,
And bring you closer to the danger,
To surrender and retreat,
Sing your sad soul to sleep.

I loved you the first time I saw you,
And you know I love you still.
But I am tired,
And I am yours.

Don't even think about your freedom,
Or taking that flight,
Or going back upon your promise after fighting for the right,
Because your eggshells and your I statements and your weaponized words
Are paper tigers now.

Oh your constant overthinking, and your secretive drinking
Are making you more and more alone.
And girl, you can slam the door behind you,
It ain't never going to close
Because when you're home, you're already home.

I am tired.
I am tired.
I don't want to go home anymore.
I don't want to throw stones anymore.
I don't want to take part in the war.

I loved you the first time I saw you,
And you know I love you still.
I loved you the first time I saw you,
And you know I love you still.

I don't want to be right anymore.
Lord, I don't want to fight anymore.
I'm not taking your side anymore.
I am tired.
I am not my own.
And I am leaving.
Oh, I am tired,
And I'm coming home

'Cause I am yours, I am yours, I am yours, I am yours, I am yours.
I am yours, I am yours, I am yours, I am yours, I am yours.

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