| Well, I’ll sit here to convince myself its true
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| If you keep on telling your friends that we’re through
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| I’ve got nothing here but loneliness
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| Holes in walls and bleeding fists
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| My head is pounding like a pillow
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| Like a Big Black song
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| My friends and I try to tell me you’re gone
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| Won’t listen to myself or anyone
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| You got on a plane and off you went
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| You’re never coming back again
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| I’m trying to convince myself it’s true
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| Convincing myself
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| I’ll be just fine without you
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| I’ll be just fine without you
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| I’ll be just fine without you
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| I’ll be just fine without you
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| I’ll be here telling myself it’s true
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| Well I sit here to convince myself its true
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| If you keep on pretending to have no clue
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| That I’d kill for you and eat the flesh
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| Give you the heart and burn the rest
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| A thousand miles ain’t shit to walk
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| If I’m walking to hold you
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| I’ll be just fine without you
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| I’ll be just fine without you
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| I’ll be just fine without you
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| I’ll be just fine without you
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| I’ll be here telling myself it’s true |