| I want to know what happened to you
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| I liked you better in your art smock, mocking art rock
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| without intention, without design
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| You said you’d never be fine with being fine, or mine
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| So we went out to see your favorite band,
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| left when we saw they were bone and skin and 77
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| And I wanted to be something like you
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| and nothing like them
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| What you wanted I never knew
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| I was a mess but so were you
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| I should have guessed it was going to fall
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| to pieces in my hands again
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| I’m broken where I stand again
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| I never learn this lesson right,
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| but I want you here
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| You learned to mingle with a well-bred crowd,
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| straightened your hair and forgot all about
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| torn jeans and sweaters from the lost and found,
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| dropped some pounds and the people that you used to hang around
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| What you wanted I never knew
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| I was a mess but you turned so cruel
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| I should have guessed it was going to fall
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| to pieces in my hands again
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| I’m broken where I stand again
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| I never learn this lesson right
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| When I spent the night it just felt wrong,
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| like a Felt song, I’m off the throne
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| and I need you here, and you’re not around |