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she left her stuff and took off |
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while you were on the road |
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she finally decided |
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you are someone else's problem |
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the old guitar on the wall |
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precariously hung |
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and when it falls it will become somebody else's problem |
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everybody closed their doors and turned away |
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they don't need you |
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they shut their eyes and try to sleep |
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but in their dreams they will see you |
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bills don't stop coming in |
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so you just stop paying them |
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the cost has now become somebody else's problem |
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your itchy skin and dirty feet |
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you scratch at them until they bleed |
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the heart that doesn't beat is someone else's problem |
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everybody closed their doors and turned away |
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they don't need you |
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they shut their eyes and try to sleep |
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but in their dreams they still see you |
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you blew it all very well by yourself |
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and everybody knows that every hell is someone else's problem |
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make your bed |
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jump in it |
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let the candle burn until the nightmare has become somebody else's problem |
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everybody close your doors and turn away |
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everybody close your eyes and turn away |
