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We all said you'd never make it |
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'Cuz you had that fragile heart |
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And you were odd within the ways of the social |
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You through a caution to us all |
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And now when the late night drinkers |
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Gather for their falls |
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Someone says they've seen you out there |
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Laughing at us all |
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You mourned the cause of discontent |
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With those who couldn't loose the dark |
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From the broad of daylight to half spent stars |
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Just waiting dusk to fall |
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Tell me, what the hell were you saying? |
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Was there a point to it all? |
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Oh, did they really see you out there? |
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Laughing at us all |
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Is there anybody out there? |
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Is there anybody out there? |
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Oh, were you really out there |
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Laughing at us all? |
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The midnight boy from Minnesota |
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Shut you down and stole the show |
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They say that you were bitter in your anguish |
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'Cuz it was you they ought to hold |
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You wore your causes on your sleeve |
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Like a Beacon wears the dark |
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It's only right you should be out there |
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Laughing at us all |
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Now you are only dust for art |
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You're a shadow to recall |
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For all of those late night drinkers |
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In their ragged lonely bars |
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And we all said you'd never make it |
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'Cuz you had that fragile heart |
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Now, all our hearts you held are wasted |
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You're out there laughing at us all |
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Is there anybody out there? |
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Is there anybody out there? |
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Oh, were you really out there |
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Laughing at us all? |
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Is there anybody out there? |
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Is there anybody out there? |
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Oh, were you really out there |
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Laughing at us all? |
