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I was stuck in minor chords. |
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I've been here once before |
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with environmental echoes |
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by your baggage on my floor. |
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So get over here, |
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let's grab ourselves another beer, |
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to drink until tomorrow |
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to forget that we're still alive. |
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Drinking to forget |
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always breeds regret |
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and disillusioned faces upon |
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friends that we've seldom met. |
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I do believe that my |
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self-constructed alibi |
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is cracking under pressure |
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whilst I'm breaking on the inside. |
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Sick of making sure, |
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I'm sick of sitting with my hands trapped, falling on my back and |
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telling people I know |
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more than they needed to know. |
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And this song is more |
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than a self-indulgent rant, it's closure for the times that |
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I've let you down. |
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You know I need you around. |
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Well, I'm still here, |
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long overdue, |
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but it feels like you're in a life of pastures new. |
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So this one's for the friends, |
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and also for the sound |
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of distant laughter, acting as |
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reminders. In a town |
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that made us feel at home, |
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we broke our backs on floors of stone, |
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but I'd rather wake there any day, |
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than wake up here alone. |
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Baa, ba ba ba ba |
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Baa, ba ba ba ba |
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Baa, ba ba ba ba |
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Baa, ba ba ba ba |
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Baa, ba ba ba ba |
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Baa, ba ba ba ba |
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Baa, ba ba ba ba |
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So this one's for the friends, |
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and also for the sound |
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of distant laughter, acting as |
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reminders. In a town |
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that made us feel at home, |
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we broke our backs on floors of stone, |
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but I'd rather wake there any day, |
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than wake up here alone. |
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Baa, da ba ba ba |
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Baa, da ba ba ba |
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Baa, da ba ba ba |
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Baa, da ba ba ba |
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Baa, da ba ba ba |
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Baa, da ba ba ba |
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Baa, da ba ba ba |
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Baa, da ba ba ba |