| Welcome to my life
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| The words on the spine, face down
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| Trying to keep my mind from worry
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| This is how I’ve learned to spend my time
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| A painting of my days, lived with restraint
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| I draw pictures, send birthday presents
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| Yes, I sleep alone, which is fine
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| But soon, I’ll need you
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| 'Cause I can’t last like this for long
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| Besides, we can’t afford the calls
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| Soon it’ll take two
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| I want to see you in the morning
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| Hug you while you’re yawning
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| Don’t want to think of the day
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| That every day becomes every other day
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| Fall back into sneaking, I can’t help but thinking
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| You are how I ought to spend my time
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| The sky is turning blue, my eyes are too
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| They have to see you to be sure
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| That you are you and she is her
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| Soon I’ll need to wrap my arms around you
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| Smile and say I’m glad I found you
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| Could it be you? |
| Will we decide to move?
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| Will our lives improve? |
| If we decided to try Philly
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| Or do you think I’m talking silly?
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| If you do, then for Chrissake tell me
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| If we decided to try Philly
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| All my friends out here would kill me
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| Can I convince them that you love me?
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| Welcome to my life
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| The words on the spine, face down |