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Adderall and white-lace bras that makes you fall in loveYou left your blue jeans in my pickup truckNew York this time of year ain't good for me'Cause all my friends lack self-control and empathyAll the boys are crawlin' in some shithole in the wall againI missed this place more than I missed my homeEveryone is telling me that I need help or therapyBut all I need is to be left aloneShe's bound to come back and haunt you foreverThere's ghosts in the windows and wallsI've waited by the telephone all fucking nightFor someone that ain't ever gonna callRemember telling me I was gonna hit the big timeYou died, guess you told God it was trueRemember sittin' on your porchyou talked about your old regretsIn Tulsa, while the bad things took your brainIt seems the quiet dreams have gotten much too heavyBut I'm home now, and I'll hold you through the painShe's bound to come back and haunt you foreverThere's ghosts in the windows and wallsI've waited by the telephone all fucking nightFor someone that ain't ever gonna callShe's bound to come back and haunt you foreverThere's ghosts in the windows and wallsI'm waitin' by the telephone all fucking nightSomeone that ain't ever gonna callAdderall and white-lace bras that'll makes you fall in loveYou left your blue jeans in my pickup truckNew York this time of year ain't good for me'Cause all my friends lack self-control and empathy
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