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6 A.M., day after Christmas |
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I throw some clothes on in the dark |
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The smell of cold car seat is freezing |
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The world is sleeping and I am numb |
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Up the stairs to her apartment she is balled up on the couch |
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Her mom and dad went down to Charlotte |
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They're not home to find us out |
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And we drive, now that I have found someone |
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I'm feeling more alone, than I ever have before |
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She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly |
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Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere |
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She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly |
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They call her name at 7:30, I pace around the parking lot |
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Then I walk down to buy her flowers, and sell some gifts that I got |
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Can't you see? It's not me you're dying for |
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Now she's feeling more alone, than she ever has before |
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She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly |
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Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere |
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She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly |
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As weeks went by, it showed that she was not fine |
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They told me son it's time to tell the truth |
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And she broke down and I broke down |
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''Cuz I was tired of lying |
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Driving back to her apartment |
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For the moment we're alone |
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She's alone and I'm alone |
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Now I know it |
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She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly |
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Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere |
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She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly |
