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Tell me that you're feeling trapped in this life |
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Thinking of moving away |
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You say that it's all for the best |
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We'll both be better off that way |
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My jaw hits the floor as the words sink in |
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I didn't know you felt so strongly |
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Makes me wonder what went wrong |
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Trust barely drips through the sieve |
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And I still can't believe it |
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Our love fades and drifts away |
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Stand by for the last refrain |
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The moving trucks are pulling up in our front yard |
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So this is the way that it feels |
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I wondered how this might feel |
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The sound of your voice fades away |
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Like an echo in some empty cave |
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The 411 in my area code |
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Has got no listing for me |
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And all my mail sits there in the post box |
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It seems I've lost the key |
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Coffee, it comes to a boil |
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The percolator's making noises |
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No one left to blame |
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Stand by for the last refrain |
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I still hear the moving trucks back up in our front yard |
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Today is the day, I forget all about it |
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Oh, it's over, don't worry about it |
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Today I can open the window |
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Today is the day, I can fly |
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Today I am starting the rest of my life |
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Today I can touch the sky |
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And I can leave the beeping sound |
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Of that truck behind |
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No moving trucks to hold me down |
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No moving trucks to hold me down |
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No moving trucks to hold me down |
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No moving trucks to hold me down |
