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What a beautiful piece of heartache |
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This has all turned out to be |
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Lord knows we've learned the hard way |
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All about healthy apathy |
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And I use these words pretty loosely |
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There's so much more to life than words |
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There is a me you would not recognize, dear |
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Call it the shadow of myself |
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And if the music starts before I get there |
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Dance without me, you dance so gracefully |
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I really think I'll be okay |
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They've taken a toll, these latter days |
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Nothing like sleeping on a bed of nails |
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Nothing much here but our broken dream |
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Oh, but baby, if all else fails |
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Nothing is ever quite what it seems |
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And I'm dying inside to leave you |
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With more than just cliches |
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There is a me you would not recognize, dear |
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Call it the shadow of myself |
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And if the music starts before I get there |
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Dance without me, you dance so gracefully |
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I really think I'll be okay |
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They've taken their toll, these latter days |
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They've taken their toll, these latter days |
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Tell them it's real |
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Tell them it's really real |
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I just don't have much left to say |
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They've taken their toll, these latter days |
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They've taken their toll, these latter days |