| You and I were stuck in the waste
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| Talking about our salad days
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| What a damn lie
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| But you and I are stuck like glue
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| And that’s the God damn truth
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| Baby, bye-bye
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| Well, you could turn to water and we’d all float on
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| Give up trying to be someone
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| Take your head apart
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| Free your own heart
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| You and I are stuck out of phase
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| Always begging for some grace when there’s no time
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| We get no reply
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| Every night you were tripping out
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| In the morning you were coming down
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| If it’s breaking your heart, if nothing is fun
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| Don’t lose hope, my son
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| This is the last one
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| You and I repent of our sins
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| Yeah, we feel so American laying in the road
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| Was a shoe-in for the crash of the day
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| And we’re never going to walk away
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| Never going home
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| I’m hoping that in time, you can lay down
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| All this weight you’ve been carrying around and maybe one day
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| You’ll find your way
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| To climb on up out of your grave
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| With the bits of you you managed to save
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| And for the last time
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| Yeah, you say good-bye
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| Every night you were tripping out
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| In the morning you were coming down
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| If it’s breaking your heart, if nothing is fun
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| Don’t lose hope, my son
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| This is the last one
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| 'Cause every night had you laid low
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| It’s going to feel so good to let it go
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| It’s all in your head, your race is run
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| Don’t give up, my son, this is the last one
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| This is the last one
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| And he said, «You are not alone
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| You are not alone»
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| And he said, «You are not alone
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| You are not alone»
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| Every night you were tripping out
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| In the morning you were coming down
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| If it’s breaking your heart, if nothing is fun
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| Don’t lose hope, my son
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| This is the last one
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| Every night had you laid low
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| It’s going to feel so good to let it go
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| It’s all in your head, your race is run
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| Don’t give up, my son, this is the last one
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| This is the last one |