| Fifty
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| Eight
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| Years
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| Spent
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| Running in a circle
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| Still I’m not far behind you
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| He was such a nice man but he talked too much
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| While I was trying to find you
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| I only slept three hours
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| I should’ve done more
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| Then the call came thru
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| Pinned me to the floor
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| I don’t know how to swallow it
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| No
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| This fucked up and bottomless
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| Hole
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| The crater that you left inside my heart
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| My heart
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| I never think I’ll understand
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| Why you couldn’t stick around
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| Man
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| I just want to know that I’ll see you again
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| Sweet friend
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| I remember restless storms
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| And the smell of your perfume
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| And all that we said hung thick
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| Like a smoke inside the room
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| I try to keep the picture still
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| But it’s leaking out the back of my head
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| I try to hold the picture still
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| Keeps
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| Leaking
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| Out the
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| Back of
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| My head
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| I don’t know how to swallow it
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| No
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| This fucked up and bottomless
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| Hole
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| The crater that you left inside my heart
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| I never think I’ll understand
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| Why you couldn’t stick around
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| Man
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| I just want to know that I’ll see you again
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| Sweet friend
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| I just want to know that I’ll see you again
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| Sweet friend
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| I just want to know that I’ll see you again
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| Sweet friend
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| I just want to know that I’ll see you again
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| Sweet friend
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| I just want to know that I’ll see you again…
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| I know that I’ll see you again |