Sometimes I like to stick my fingers
Where they don't belong
Sometimes I like to fake a fever
And just stay home
'Cause we smile in here, we don't get too close to sadness
'Cause what's holding us is just about to break
Ain't it funny how life can drag behind us?
Just like so much dead weight
Sometimes what feels like pretty good music
Is just the same old song
Sometimes we deal with bygone bruises
And find it's been too long
But we laugh in here, we don't get too close to sadness
We know good enough is a thousand miles from grace
Ain't it funny how life can drag behind us?
Just like so much dead weight
And my hometown train is pulling from the station
And I know for once, I really will be late
And I'll dream that we can leave the past behind us
Just like so much dead weight
Sometimes I like to stick my fingers
Where they don't belong

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