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Over their heads, |
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I find a place to crawl away, |
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So many times, |
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I hear the things they used to say, |
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Into the night, |
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The conversation fades away, |
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Losing the drift, |
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Of all the things I have to say, |
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I'ts not me, no, no, not me, |
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But I don't knwo what is, |
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And I try and find my piece of mind,, |
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But I know what I miss, |
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Now it's gone, |
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Now it's gone, |
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Now it's gone, |
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As everyone listens, |
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My head turns away, |
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I know what I'm missing, |
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They have nothing to say, |
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It's not me, no, no, not me, |
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But I don't know what is, |
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I try and find my piece of mind, |
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But I know what I miss, |
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No, it's not me, no, no, not me, |
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But I don't know what is, |
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I try and find my piece of mind, |
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But I know what I miss! |
