Stale coffee, auto-mat Tired candy staring back At my ghost in the glare of florescent hues Transparent plastic wrap This could be the only map That I'll need, cause I'm much to lost to lose (Chorus) My duffel bag is packed, I'm ready to go The sun is coming up to melt the snow I feel fine for the first time in a long time
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