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Any two other poeple just like me and you |
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never seem to go through half the trouble that we do |
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It's the end, over and over again |
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when did you first begin |
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to be so disappointed in everything? |
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Could you have always been this way? |
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Dead to the world, as some would say, |
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and in such perfect disarray? |
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Hey, Emily |
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there came a time to speak your mind |
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you said: "goodbye" |
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Emily, you say goodbye |
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but you're still here with me |
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No one knows what we're wanding toward |
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and I suppose ignorance is its own reward |
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but such a lot gets ignored |
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you've no idea of what I'd do, |
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bullets that I would take for you, |
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and what I'd let you put me through |
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Hey, Emily |
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you see the questions that arise |
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you close your eyes |
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Emily, you close your eyes |
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but you're still here with me, |
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and I always wonder, where do you pretend to be? |
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Hey, Emily |
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if you get called to testify |
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you'll say "goodbye" |
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Emily, you say goodbye |
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but you're still here with me. |