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Last night i dreamt you called from costa rica |
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The place you've been for the last two weeks |
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You said, 'i miss you, oh sweet boy, and will you come on down?' |
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I woke up to my cold sheets and the smell of new jersey |
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When do i get to wake up to you? |
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Today i can't forget that i've got these open wounds |
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It's such a drag |
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I can't forget you've gone |
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My ribs have parted ways |
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They said, 'we're not going to protect this heart you have.' |
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Oh no, what can i do? |
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My lungs are breathing open air |
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And my spleen is dripping from my pants |
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You've left me here in the cold |
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And i miss you |
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You never told me it would be this hard |
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I think my body's saying so |
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When you're not here, it's leaving me |
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But i hope that you're o.k. |
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Even though i'm dying |
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I hope that you're still trying to have a killer time |
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Go see the volcanoes |
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Go see the rainforests |
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I'll be fine by myself |
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I'll be fine without these bones. |