Cul-de-sac - The Wonder Years
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I've been leaving messages on an answering machine
In a house that's always empty, so I know nobody's listening.
I've been confessing my transgressions over tape hiss
And the silence makes me sick.
No good can come from this.
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I'm letting go.
I've been holding on like poison ivy
Out of cold suburban concrete
From this careless urban sprawl.
I'm letting go.
You know we can't keep out of trouble.
I thought my kids would call you uncle.
I thought we'd never be alone.
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I've got images of you inside my head
Outside of the gas station where we always used to shoplift.
It's car-crash rhetoric.
We f*cked up everything we came in contact with.
Just boyhood recklessness.
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I'm letting go.
I've been holding on like poison ivy
Out of cold suburban concrete
From this careless urban sprawl.
I'm letting go.
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