| And it’s overcast in the back of this van
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| Mental photographs are flooding my head
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| So I strike a match and set fire to my brain
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| Just to burn away every image of you
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| And that’s only cause I know it’s what you want me to do
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| But still I’m stuck I dwell in your ashy remains
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| I’m homeless loveless and so sick of both of those things
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| I’ll stop following you all the way home
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| I won’t sleep at all
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| So I rid myself of my former crutch
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| And then realized I never really liked it that much
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| But still there’s you bewitching in all that you do
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| I’m enthralled by every move that you make
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| Plus your interests and tastes captivate me relate to me
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| Please fornicate with me
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| You are the only one I want to share my body with
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| So love me please just love me like you once did
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| I’ll stop following you all the way home
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| I won’t sleep at all
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| I kept our picture up in my living room
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| I kept our picture up in my Dad’s living room
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| And wore my glasses my old wire glasses
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| And glanced past the cracks in the frame that contained what we were |
| You took my picture down from your living room
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| You took my picture down from your Mom’s living room
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| And that’s expected I’m not that upset
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| It just hurts me to know that you no longer long for me
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| No I won’t follow you
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| But you followed me
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| Right into my dreams it kills me every day I breathe
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| (Ladadadada Ladada)
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| I wish you missed these hands
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| Along the small of your back when we’d be lying in bed
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| (Ladadadada Ladada)
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| I wish you missed these lips
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| I finally wrote you a song I hope you know that you’re missed |