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How do you come home |
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When you know his things are gone |
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How do you walk in the door |
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And the just move on |
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What a waste of years |
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What a waste of time |
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What an inconsiderate way |
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To just waste what's mine |
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Well you know |
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I've got a heart |
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I think it's bigger than yours |
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Because it lets people in |
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Who constantly disappoint me |
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And I've got a soul |
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And it's as sad as they come |
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Because it used to feel everything |
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And now it's just numb, numb, numb |
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Copy paste is a sin, Tristan is a god |
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I sit and peel paint off the wall |
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I'll sit until I've got it all |
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Reveal the flowers that were underneath it |
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Then well, I might just drink the day away |
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I might think about what I would say |
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If I saw you ten years from now |
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I'd say well |
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I've got a heart |
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I think it's bigger than yours |
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Because it lets people in |
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Who constantly disappoint me |
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And I've got a soul |
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And it's as sad as they come |
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Because it used to feel everything |
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And now it's just numb, numb, numb |
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The doctor gave me pills to take |
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To stop me feeling quite so awake |
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To take the edge off of this big black cloud |
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But now it is quarter to ten |
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I sit with a paper and a pen |
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Just writing shit until I fall asleep |
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I've got a heart |
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I think it's bigger than yours |
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Because it lets people in |
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Who constantly disappoint me |
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And I've got a soul |
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And it's as sad as they come |
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Because it used to feel everything |
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And now it's just numb, numb, numb |