| Your suitcase is packed
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| You’re good to go.
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| It sucks as hell to know,
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| Tomorrow you’ll be gone,
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| Now I stare at my shoes,
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| While you stare at the door,
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| You wait for me to say someting
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| What do I wait for?
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| And I’m scared as shit to ask,
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| Where do you go?
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| I’m scared as shit to know,
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| Tomorrow you’ll be gone,
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| Here’s my chance to say someting before you go,
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| Twelve words are all I came up with.
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| «I'll miss you when you go, take a coffee for the road.»
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| Do you still have the mixtape,
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| I made for your birthday?
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| You said you wanted,
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| Something handmade,
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| You looked so sweet,
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| When you pretend to like it,
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| You could have said,
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| That you think,
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| Bruce Springsteen is bullshit.
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| And I’m scared as shit to ask,
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| Where do you go?
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| I’m scared as shit to know,
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| Tomorrow you’ll be gone,
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| Here’s my chance to say someting before you go,
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| Twelve words are all I came up with.
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| «I'll miss you when you go, take a coffee for the road.»
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| You take milk,
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| I take sugar,
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| And sometimes I take both,
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| One of these beautiful days,
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| I follow you home
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| And I’m scared as shit to ask,
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| Where do you go?
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| I’m scared as shit to know,
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| Tomorrow you’ll be gone,
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| Here’s my chance to say someting before you go,
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| Twelve words are all I came up with.
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| «I'll miss you when you go, take a coffee for the road.»
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| Just take a coffee for the road. |