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Oh old stranger, what's your number
Couldn't call you
Couldn't get through
Turn your lights out no one's home now
Does it feel wrong
Now that we're gone
Who's your best friend
I don't know them
But they seem fine
Just not my type
Hold your head back, not on my track
Cut the contact
Cut the contact
Glowing track king, high school wondering
Where we are now
Did it work out
Suburbs take salt, crawling asphalt
For the bright lights
Now I breathe right
Changed my keys to brand new see through
And the door stop
God it won't stop
Distance-fondness, heart accomplice
I don't like this
I just feel sick
And where was I supposed to go
Never thought it would be like this
And where do you expect to
Turn when every shot turns a miss
And who am I supposed to know if everybody knows you
Oh old stranger what's your number
Couldn't call you
Couldn't get through
Turn your lights out, no one's home now
Does it feel wrong now that we're gone
Hold your head back, not on my track
Now they come back
Cut the contact
Cut the contact
Cut the contact
Cut the contact
Cut the contact