I just got on my plane today,
I dont know when Im coming back.
Maybe a day or two, maybe a day or two.
Im drivin two hundred miles,
And havent left the culdesac.
Im feeling stuck like glue, Im feeling stuck like glue.

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I can wash my face, I can dress for real.
I can act like Im cool, like its no big deal.
As I stare at the clock, til the paint starts to peel.
I wonder what youre doin right now.
I like to ride the ferris wheel, just to see how it feels.
Spinning round and around, then crashing to the ground.
Dont think Im weird at all, its just I feel so small.
When you start coming around, and I give up my crown.

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I never get the hellos, I never get goodbyes (goodbye)
I never want to run and hide.