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I use the soap to wash the dirt off my face |
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I write with pencil so that I can erase |
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But what's to do when someone's taken my place with you, with you |
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I know to stop when the light turns to red |
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And when it rains I know to cover my head |
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But what's to do when I wished I were dead over you, over you, over you |
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la la la la la... |
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Plannin' to write off tomorrow |
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la la la la la... |
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Hopin' to wash off the sorrow |
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I woke to find that my world was not there |
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It ceased to me when I found you did not care |
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And my ambition vanished into thin air along with you, with you |
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Now my emotions find it hard to let go |
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And as for me I'll find a new road to hoe |
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But maybe this time I will take it more slow than before, before, than before |
