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........ |
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All eyes on the calendar |
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Another year I claim of total indifference |
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To here, the days pile up |
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With decisions to be made, I'm sure all of them were wrong |
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Into this song I sing myself |
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And with these drinks I plan to collapse |
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And forget this wasted year, these wasted years |
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Devoted friends, they disappear |
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And I'm sorry about the phone call and needing you |
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Some decisions you don't make |
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I guess it's just like breathing or not wanting to |
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There are some things you can't fake |
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....... |
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I guess that it's typical |
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To cling to memories, you'll never get back again |
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And to sort through old photographs |
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Of a summer long ago or a friend that you used to know |
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And there below, his frozen face |
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You wrote the name and that ancient date, that ancient date |
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And you can't believe that he's really gone |
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When all that's left is a fucking song |
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And I'm sorry about the phone call and waking you |
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I know that it is late |
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But thank you for talking, because I needed to |
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Some things just can't wait |
