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We’re uneasy now come lately
Took you to see my family
But I don’t know if you’re true.
See now we’ve crossed a line
where what’s yours is also mine.
Don’t think I thought this through.

Am I talking in my sleep?
Who’s even here to tell me?
Guess I’m here alone.
So then I make a call,
talk bullshit on the phone.
I’m useless some days, I know.

We’re undressed now,
fucking on the floor.
The door’s still left ajar,
guess I’m not staying over,
guess there’s no cup of tea;
I’m finding it hard to leave
cause this comfort’s comforting me.

So I walk.
I’m in some alley that’s all pissed in
From a Friday night out
drinking in Collingwood
Do you wonder how I’m doing?
Half way in or half way through it?
Fuck Collingwood.

Who are you gonna love?
I’m in some alley that’s all pissed in
From a Friday night out drinking in Collingwood
Do you wonder how I’m doing?
Half way in or half way through it?
Fuck Collingwood.

I’m gonna take the long way home,
chuck on some Leif and feel the hold
of the open road.
Get to bed and feel the spin
of dumb choices you’ve put yourself in.
In Collingwood
Who you gonna love?
Who you gonna love?

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