Write my name in a line of guests
A hair too drunk to be overdressed
Bite my tongue when they ask how I've been
'Cause I can't talk without cryin' again
I call your phone, thinking maybe I'll find
The old machine that you left behind
Life caves in in a silent exchange
But I'm going to try my best to survive in this place
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