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When you're alone do you worry about me |
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When I'm alone all I do is worry, worry worry worry |
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Worry 'bout a heart attack, wonderin' who's got your back |
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If you had a healthy lunch, if somebody spiked your punch |
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Do the boys take care of you, or do they leave you home to brew |
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Yeah |
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Doin' fine without you |
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When you're alone do you sit and weep |
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Or do you keep the fire lit with photographs of you and me |
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Is the heaviness letting up, or do you feel like giving up |
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And if you gave up what exactly, what exactly would it mean |
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Overflowing septic tanks and avoiding all the bins |
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'Till somebody says "I knew the girl, she kept a tidy flat |
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But now the garden's full of rats, I know she used to sing |
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But now she talks to buildings |
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She's doin' swell without you" |
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When you go out, do you dread coming home |
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To an empty house and stale bread and nobody to warm your bed |
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Does it make you scared to die, 'cause that's what keeps me up at night |
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Lying stiff for several days with nobody there to say "wake up honey or are you dead" |
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And that keeps running through my head |
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Doin' sweet without you |
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When you wake up do you get a fright, |
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When suddenly you remember you no longer have a life |
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'Cause it scares the shit right out of me |
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An avalanche of memories come raging like a bitch on heat |
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So I don't stay in bed soon as I wake I flee the room say "life is great" |
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Stick on the radio and laugh and when the prime time jokes pretend that they relate to me |
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As if I'm not detached or lonely or is that how we all feel and eating crap is how we deal with life and all it's splendid trappings |
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Robbery and happy slapping |
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Yeah |
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Doin' sweet without you |
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Doin' swell without you |
