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6am, day after Christmas |
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I throw some clothes on in the dark |
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The smell of cold |
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Car seat is freezing |
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The world is sleeping |
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And I am numb |
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Up the stairs to her apartment |
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She is balled up on the couch |
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Her mom and dad went down to Charlotte |
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They're not home to find us out |
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And we drive |
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Now that I have found someone |
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I'm feeling more alone |
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Than I ever have before |
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She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly |
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Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere |
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She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly |
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They call her name at 7:30 |
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I pace around the parking lot |
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Then I walk down to buy her flowers |
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And sell some gifts that I got |
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Can't you see |
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It's not me you're dying for |
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Now she's feeling more alone |
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Than she ever has before |
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She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly |
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Off the coast and I'm heading nowhere |
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She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly |
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As weeks went by |
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It showed that she was not fine |
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They told me 'Son, it's time |
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To tell the truth' |
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And she broke down |
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And I broke down |
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'Cause I was tired of lying |
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Driving back to her apartment |
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For the moment we're alone |
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She's alone |
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I'm alone |
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Now I know it |
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She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly |
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Off the coast and I'm heading nowhere |
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She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly |