Bright Eyes - Tourist Trap
The road finally gave me back, but I don’t think I’ll unpack,
‘Cause I’m not sure if I live here anymore.
It’s not my weight that makes me faint, for the sugar in my blood.
But, the way these strangers stand so close.
They say my name, like a guessing game.
“Is that really you?”
No, I don’t think it ever was.
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