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Well every night I go to bed
Burn a cigarette and wait for you
Find you and lose you again
Like Hamlet forever between country mad days
Robert Ford took to the stage
And killed Jesse James again and again
There's a funny shape on the ceiling
I, I can't make it mean
There's a picture on the wall
That just won't hang true
Yeah I walk down familiar streets
That don't exist anymore
Sometimes I can feel you here with me again
Sometimes I can only make out the way you moved
In a darkened room
A football player with no more Saturdays
One point down, only seconds to play
Running with the ball at the end of the day
Over and over, no escape
The same face closed a thousand days
Over and over, no way out
The same mistake over and over again
There's a funny shape on the ceiling
I, I can't make it mean
There's a picture on the wall
That just won't hang true