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You always seem to fall in love with each pretty girl you meet

Then you put it in a song along with some trite melody

You sing about your old home town as if it were in Tennessee

I don’t find your words believable they hold no mythology


Chorus


I can’t wait to leave you all right here when I make my escape

It’s just another bad habit, I’m staying up too late

Yet there’s nothing that turns my head or makes me
want to get out of bed and all I feel here is a lie


If only I could know what really turned you sad

Can it be the broken heart that you’ve always claimed you’ve had

Drinking your beer I can’t seem to ask you why

So I leave you to your stories of live fast then die


Chorus


I can’t wait to leave you all right here when I make my escape

It’s just another bad habit, I’m staying up too late

Yet there’s nothing that turns my head or makes me
want to get out of bed and all I feel here is a lie


You go to a party in your very best disguise

Greeted by some friends, desperation in their eyes

You learn to leave them all in time, rely on their goodbyes

It will make it much easier to explain your demise


Chorus


I can’t wait to leave you all right here when I make my escape

It’s just another bad habit, I’m staying up too late

Yet there’s nothing that turns my head or makes me
want to get out of bed and all I feel here is a lie

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