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Oh my golden state of mind faded to gray
And as I ran away I knew what to say
My rabid need for confidence has left me frothing at the mouth
So I spat out someone help me and felt sorry for myself
I'll just go
And let the cars pass by my window
I think I'm apathetic, or just flat out pathetic, you would know.
When I get cold, I'll think of home
Say what you want, say what you need, my head is a cave, where I've been digging graves for you and me.
Oh my back and forth coming thoughts shook the words right through my teeth
Where I turned black and blue, looking at you
I just keep thinking that I'm golden, that this will make sense when I'm old, but each and every step I take leads me further from the door.
Oh I've got the west coast blues, each and every day I just think of you
Startled by my slight of hand, and how it never fails to come back in the end
I know I'll end up somewhere in between here and my home, and all I ever hear from you, is will it be soon.

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