| This morning my best friend came home and told me
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| Everything has changed — He’s’s not the same
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| And nothing is for sure you know
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| Except the day you go to hell
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| And the turning hands of time
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| Maybe I should
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| ask the sky to
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| suck me up one day
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| I’d make friends with the
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| birds and planes
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| I’d be no more
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| Alone up there
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| Than I am down here
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| Miss the days that I could sleep forever
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| An infant I did not know any better
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| Nothing is for sure you know
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| Except the day you go to hell
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| And the turning hands of time
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| Maybe I should
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| ask the sky to
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| suck me up one day
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| I’d make friends with the
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| birds and planes
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| I’d be no more
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| Alone up there
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| Than I am down here |