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"Comfortable. Tired."

I never want to have to wonder
So I put everything away
They all got comfortable and tired
I know that's not the thing for me

I get romanticized by sayings
All of those dumb, little cliches
It's true, that "I'm scared of not living"
"Where my head lays is home to me"

So, bury me among the houses
The day the singing dies away
I'll die a cowards death before the day I'll speak the words
"Oh, man I really miss those glory days"

Maybe I'll hope to do this over
Maybe I'm just a dumb cliche'
While this is something you got over
It still means everything to me

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