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I heard you play guitar

You got pedals around your feet like rocks around a fire

I don’t know if we’ll meet, I don’t know who you are

You’re just a traveled ghost that I admire from afar

Under the houselights

Me and you and the last bit of our pints

Well, I could carry a case or two up a couple of flights

The room with the Sir John A. view opens up to the night

Here I’m caught alive in this trap

I’m still breathing, it’s just a leg hold

Are you an escape out of this?

Take me back to the place that I miss

'Cause this is a waste of money, that’s all this is

It’s a low-lying ache, like homesickness

When you’re desperate for something that you know exists

And I saw it in your grin

And I wish it had never been

'Cause I don’t want to hear about something that could be but never is

And here I’m caught alive in this trap

I’m still breathing, it’s just a leg hold

Are you an escape out of this?

Take me back to the place that I miss

This is a waste of money

That’s all this is

What does it mean not to say?

Could you be like it was just yesterday?

And I, well, I don’t want it now cuz it’s in the way

Well, I heard you play guitar

You got pedals around your feet like rocks around a fire

I don’t know if we’ll meet, I don’t know who you are

I’m in the room with the Sir John A. view

Just down the street from the bar

Here I’m caught alive in this trap

I’m still breathing, it’s just a leg hold

Are you an escape out of this?

Take me back to the place that I miss

This is a waste of money

That’s all this is

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