| You’re killing me so finish me off or spare me
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| Nicole, where are you now?
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| Are you at home?
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| Priscilla ordering Chinese for you
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| Is Wayne drinking one of those bottles of wine?
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| Everyone brought one and now he has the time
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| To relax and unwind
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| I miss fucking you on your living room floor
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| Every Sunday night
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| And I miss the smell of your log cabin
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| And your cute little hands grabbing for mine
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| I wonder what they’re clasped around now
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| I know someday’s a lie but is somehow?
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| How can I survive without you now?
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| Are you at school?
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| In the city that falls asleep before you
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| In a bed that sinks in the middle
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| And you might be little but I’m big
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| We both don’t fit
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| And you used to put up with it
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| I miss waking up covered in lint
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| And your lips pout and hint that you want mine
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| But I don’t miss not hearing my name
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| And always wanting more and getting the same
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| The same old, same old has got me down, you’ve got me now
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| Baby, I tried and tried
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| I lived and died and I sacrificed
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| But I don’t want to be anything
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| If anything means that I’m something without you
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| How can I describe my meaningless life?
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| Without your beautiful light guiding me home every night? |