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You know that feeling that you get
Sharp sensation in your chest
Some people call it longing
But that doesn't capture it
At the market down the block
Or the museum on the weekend
Bumping into people but the only person there

Some days crowded spaces feel lonely
Some days they feel ok

Well I've been here before
On velvet chaises
And there's room for one more
My eyes are glazing over
Every single floor
And nothing changes
I'm still really fucking lonely at The Met
Stuck in my head

My belief used to be
A man you'd meet out on the street
Would turn into a partner and a careful father
I'd drop my ticket and
He'd pick it up as if to say
I'll always find your things before you miss them

Some days crowded spaces feel lonely
Some days they feel ok

Well I've been here before
On velvet chaises
And there's room for one more
My eyes are glazing over
Every single floor
And nothing changes
I'm still really fucking lonely at The Met
Somehow always end up here again

Well I've been here before
On velvet chaises
And there's room for one more
My eyes are glazing over
Every single floor
And nothing changes
I'm still really fucking lonely at The Met
Somehow always end up here again
Ahh
Stuck in my head

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