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I'm back with scars to show.
Back with the streets I know.
They never take me anywhere but here.
Those stains in the carpet, this drink in my hand,
these strangers whose faces I know.
We meet here for our dress-rehearsal to say "I wanted it this way"
and wait for the year to drown...
I wait in 4/4 time.
Count yellow highway lines that you're relying on to lead you home.
-The Weakerthans, Left and Leaving
Back with the streets I know.
They never take me anywhere but here.
Those stains in the carpet, this drink in my hand,
these strangers whose faces I know.
We meet here for our dress-rehearsal to say "I wanted it this way"
and wait for the year to drown...
I wait in 4/4 time.
Count yellow highway lines that you're relying on to lead you home.
-The Weakerthans, Left and Leaving