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This is goodbye |
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After months of situating |
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I can finally leave this sorry town behind |
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And I'm alright |
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When they ask for me |
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My friends can smile and tell the world |
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That I survived |
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As I'm about to leave |
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I've filled a million empty pages |
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Passed my word and do my best to sing |
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So what do I need |
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Something could become of those |
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Who think and talk and live like me |
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I don't want to die today |
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I want to live and love and write it down |
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I can live a life of dreams |
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And be grateful I'm around |
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This is goodbye |
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After months of careful planning |
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I can finally leave this dried up town behind |
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And I'm alright |
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Yeah, this used to be our city |
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This used to be our only light |
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I just want to walk away |
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I want to write but there's a consequence |
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That all my friends read everything I do and I say |
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I don't need a razorblade |
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All I need are sounds of ecstasy |
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And I won't die today |
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Yeah, I'll be living, loving, writing down |
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And I'll live a life of dreams |
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And be grateful I'm around |