| My friend you were a model, a priceless work of art.
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| Boys would fashion their emotions to the pattern of you heart.
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| And I heard you wrote that record for a girl you loved but died.
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| I’m here sewing mine, together, just hoping you’re alive.
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| And I know you’ll never come back now to the world where people are.
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| 'Cause you never understood what they loved you for.
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| Now ghosts they have their secrets, and they’ll tell them to a few.
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| So you can never pay attention, when they’re whispering to you.
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| There were many talents you possessed that I wished myself to have.
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| But the way your eyes would gloss over, well I never envied that.
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| And I doubt you’ll ever come back now from wherever it is you are.
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| 'Cause you never understood what we loved you for.
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| I’m sure the T.V. sets will tell us when someone reinvents the wheel.
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| Till then I’ll have a million conversations about shit that isn’t real.
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| But I’ll try to breathe in meaning dig deep through every gasp of air.
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| Cause I know you did the same thing for as long as you can bear.
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| I guess everything just circles 'round to where it was before.
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| So I hope I’ll see you soon in some other form. |