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Burnt out lightbulbs in a spare room
We don't start too close no more
And it feels like the last time
When you hardly tried
Do I miss you? I don't think so
Do I miss you? I don't think so
Start a fire on the front lawn
With the bottle rockets we aimed
At each other when you said
What couldn't be true
Do I miss you? I don't think so
Do I miss you? I don't think so
Do I miss you? I don't think so
Do I miss you? I don't think so
What's it sound like
It brings me all but joy
What's it sound like
To hear that slamming door
And I'm hanging on by a thread
You cut me loose, again
Yeah, I'm hanging on by a thread
You cut me loose, again
You cut me loose
You cut me loose