| When I spend too much time alone, I get afraid
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| Afraid that you’re gonna leave me breathing
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| Afraid of what they’d throw in the way
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| In the way of something simple like leaving
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| «Forgive me if you can», said the sad cashier
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| «For the dollars and cents our love has become
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| I didn’t sell you anything my dear
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| You were a scarecrow looking for a bonfire to sleep on»
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| «Believe me if you can», said the pile of bones
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| «I think that this is all there is left to see
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| Just waiting for my prescription to come
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| 'Cause every sec in hell dissolves more of me»
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| And all of heaven’s ten thousand whores
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| Are on a partyline to his big toe
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| Singing, ‽Ooh I just can’t do it anymore
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| So don’t bother asking now you knowâ€
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| Don’t bother me with little things
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| Pennies, nickels, quarters, and dimes
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| They’ve all taken me as far as I’m gonna go
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| So don’t bother asking now you know
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| Believe me if you can |