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You could mess up my life in a poem
 Have me divorced by the time of the chorus
 There's no need to change any sentence
 When you always decide where I go next
 Many nights, you would hide from the audience
 When they were not in tune with your progress
 In the end, you're a fool like the journalist
 Who turns what she's seeing into business
 You could use to be more like a hero
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 A darker shade of damaged distortion
 Wearing death like a cape or a costume
 Cut your ties and leave town when you want to
 Killing time 'til I pass through the chamber
 Of the room you keep my replacement
 So fed up, still, you're starving on paper
 You're no him but he's you, only better
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 Leave me an exit to damage
 I could use a ledge to jump off of
 I wasn't lying when I said this was over
 I have questions that lead to more questions
 Running time that will cut off my fingers
 You wrote about me on every new record
 And I'll show up in the title of your song
 I only hope somebody requests it
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 What's it like for you in Washington?
 I've only seen photos of Washington
 I'll never know
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 Leave me Manhattan, I want the evergreens
 Write me a song I can sing in my sleep
 As sure as the rain that will fall where you stand
 I want you and the skyline, these are my demands
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 What's it like for you in Washington?
 I've only seen photos of Washington
 I'll never know, no