| Everyone I know has assembled here for my final goodbye
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| People I haven’t conversed with in years &those who’d thought I’d died
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| But I’m not ready, I saw the world yesterday
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| And found I’m on a dot on a map
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| There’s all this talk amongst us all of settling
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| But I don’t think I am ready for that
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| I know in a few months I’ll take back this song and praise the new one that I
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| love
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| But give her time and then she will be gone; |
| I won’t know what I was talking of
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| 'Cause no one’s ready to love a problematic kid
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| A schizophrenic mess from the start
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| One day he’ll tell you that it’s you who makes his world
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| And the next he’ll say you tore it apart
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| 'Cause love and luck are similar
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| But we seem to need love just to get by
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| And now I’m beginning to see all the beauties of being alone this time
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| But how long will this last, I don’t know
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| I don’t know, ah ha oh
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| I don’t think I’m old enough to crash
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| I don’t think I’m ready for that
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| I don’t think I’m old enough to crash
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| I don’t think I’m ready for that
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| 'Cause love and luck are similar
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| But we seem to need love just to get by
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| And I’m beginning to see all the beauties of being alone this time
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| But how long will this last, I don’t know
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| I don’t know, ah ha oh |