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Got to get out of this town with the sound
And I know I can run, I know I can run
Cause it sucks you all in and its killing your friends
And I know they can run, and they know I can run
Mundane Sunday
Kills me again, yeah, it kills me again
Cause Im sick in the head and on fire again
And Im burning again, yeah, Im burning again
All right
Play my six string on the weekends for the people
As they come around
I cant dance, but I can sing
Write on the walls as Im burning my cloths
But nobody knows, yeah, but nobody knows
As I wait by your door, fall asleep on the floor
But nobody knows, yeah, but nobody knows
But you dont even know how much I love you, oh yes, I do
But you dont even know how much I love you
Play my six string on the weekends for the people
As they come around
I cant dance, but I can say that
Im alright
Im alright (when Im not here)
Yeah Im alright (when Im not there)
Im alright
But you dont even know how much I love you, oh yes, I do
But you dont even know how much I love you
You dont even know how much I love you tonight
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