| What I’ve kept with me
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| And what I’ve thrown away
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| Now where the hell I’ve ended up
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| On this glary random day
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| Where the things I really cared about
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| Just left along the way
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| From being too pent up and proud
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| Woke up way too late
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| Feeling hung over and old
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| And the sun was shining bright
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| And I walked barefoot down the road
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| Started thinking about my old man
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| It seems that all men
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| Wanna get into a car and go
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| Anywhere
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| Here I stand sad and free
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| I can’t cry and I can’t see
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| What I’ve done
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| Oh God, what have I done?
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| Don’t you know I’m numb, man
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| No, I can’t feel a thing at all
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| 'Cause its all smiles and business these days
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| And I’m indifferent to the loss
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| I’ve faith that there’s a soul somewhere
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| That’s leading me around
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| I wonder if she knows
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| Which way is down
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| Here I stand sad and free
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| I can’t cry and I can’t see
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| What I’ve done
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| Oh God, what have I done? |
| Ooh
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| I poured my heart out
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| I poured my heart out
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| It evaporated
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| See?
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| Blind man on a canyon’s edge of a panoramic scene
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| Or maybe I’m a kite that’s flying high and random
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| Dangling a string
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| Or slumped over in a vacant room
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| Head on a stranger’s knee
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| I’m sure back home
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| They think I’ve lost my mind
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| Here I stand sad and free
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| I can’t cry and I can’t see
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| What I’ve done
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| Oh God, what have I done? |