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This room is getting smaller |
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The walls are closing in |
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And I'm so bored with my own conversation |
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The stairs to our bedroom |
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Seem so much higher than ever |
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Especially when you're sleeping alone |
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But I still have that painting |
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We bought in Rome |
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The one I hated and you adored |
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Now I own |
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There's no you |
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What's the point without you |
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There's no you |
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What's the point without you |
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My friends think I'm wasting |
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My whole life away |
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But I'm not the type to cry in my liquor |
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I'll do my crying in private |
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And cry myself to sleep |
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At least I won't cry in public places |
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But I still have that painting |
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We bought in Rome |
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The one I hated and you adored |
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And now I own |
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There's no you |
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What's the point without you |
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There's no you |
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What's the point without you |
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Some folks say it's all about survival |
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And wiping the floor with all your rivals |
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But you were too bright and oh so full of culture |
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And I prayed on you like a big old fat vulture |
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Just circling high above your halo |
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There's no you |
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What's the point without you |
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there's no you |
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What' the point without you |