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Banquet - Live at Studio 4

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Feel the dirt, fight the ground I tread
I am a curse, I guess I've always slept better in an empty bed
I skipped states to stay sane, and though it lead me through
Northeast 15th couldn't keep me from loving you

I tried running away to rid myself of the shame
Ended with nothing but holes in my jeans
Hang me in the closet with the rest of your outgrown things
And find another selfish lover and hold them close
Find another better suited to cover your bones

And I, I wish you weren't here
Wish you weren't here
I wish you weren't here

A thousand miles and I still feel you like the thorn in my side
Running from my problems never worked
But I'm still lengthening my stride
I hear your laugh from someone else, sometimes your name in passing
And after all the damage dealt
I just wish you weren't here

I am your worn-out clothes
You are the ache in my bones

I tried running away to rid myself of the shame
Ended with nothing but holes in my jeans
Hang me in the closet with the rest of your outgrown things
And find another selfish lover and hold them close
Find another better suited to cover your bones

And I saw you with my eyes closed
I heard you calling in a dream
And distance doesn't mean a thing
When I still see you in my sleep

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