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And when I talked to my friends |
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And find out that you're having fun |
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That you're swallowing life |
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That you're in the sun |
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That you're fucking around |
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That you're growing a new one |
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I bellow out my voice |
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I yell out loud |
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I have my shirt off in front of a crowd |
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I tell 'em about you, and how you're gone....... |
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But am I lying? |
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Don't I have you in my mind the entire time? |
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Yeah, I can leave all the places we went |
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But I can't leave without my bones you bent |
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So I hobble along |
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And now it's me who's gone |
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And now it's me who has your fear of opening hearts |
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And all the false starts we could tear apart |
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With this deep gouging and biting back |
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With the way that you get all my friends in the sack |
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What's left? |
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I scream as I look up at night |
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Where the novelty has worn off of the blue moonlight |
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Who cares? And I roll on the ground |
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What gives? I yell and there's no answering sound |
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And there's nobody around |
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And there my answer was found |
