| Who was around when the world was falling down?
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| Who turned away? |
| Couldn’t bother to be around this now
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| Who walked away when the game wasn’t fun to play?
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| And my escape became my only game
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| Hand me over and hand me down
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| Get me out of your sight
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| No direction, my compass is broken
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| Where’d you leave me tonight?
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| I was a child, and now it seems so long ago
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| Why’d you abandon me? |
| Maybe it’s not for me to know
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| No explanation needed, nothing can change the way things went
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| You just weren’t interested, I guess, I guess
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| Some days fine, others out of my mind
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| And the curse I curse is the worst it gets
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| I hold it inside as you sleep, as you hide from
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| The mess that you made of your life
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| (Who was around when you were hungry?
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| Who eased the pain of all your sadness?
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| Who played with you when you were lonely?
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| Who was around?)
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| What will your conscience say? |
| Maybe you’ll change the channel soon
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| Or simply hide it in the chest of drawers inside your room
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| Like old linoleum, battered and worn beyond repair
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| Go burn the whole house down, like anyone cares
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| Maybe in time, these indelible lines will
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| Fade like the hopes and the fears you denied
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| These feelings are gone, they’ve been buried along
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| With the rest of the mess that you made in your chest of drawers |