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High, |
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21st of July, |
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You know the thought is all wrong, |
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but the feeling is right. |
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Say, |
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on the 19th of May, |
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turn it on close the door, |
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and then set to ignore. |
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Hey, where did you come from? |
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And why don't you stay where you belong? |
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Think, everyone that you kiss, |
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do they cease to exist when you stop being missed? |
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You live |
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in someone else's song. |
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Have you been there too long, |
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or not long enough? |
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Yes, what did you leave behind? |
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Another weekend expires, |
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with no definite signs. |
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Hey, where did you come from? |
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And why don't you stay where you belong? |
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Think, everyone that you kiss, |
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do they cease to exist when you stop being missed? |
