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When you start to think of little holes you dig, |
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Did you ever stop to think of me? |
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Of course you did. |
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Now, I'm the last one on earth that you should call. |
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Now you sit and wonder on a dressing couch, |
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If a word for what you're feeling has been figured out |
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As you watch the walls around you start to fall. |
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Oh, and you want to be taken into it all. |
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And all the things that we're now able to justify |
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In the name of the need to be getting by |
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Without always being asked if we're alright. |
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Can't dismiss if anyone is wrong or right. |
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And the days just take forever now. |
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The days take forever now. |
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So go on world, because I'm old freight. |
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And go on world, 'cause I'm old freight. |
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I'm the last one on earth that you should call. |
