| Front row for a starch white show
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| It’s like a war zone and they just don’t know
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| What’s wrong and you’re helpless
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| When I see you, you are skin and bone
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| Let’s go back cause I liked it better when I met her
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| Now we can’t even get you home
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| The blame game gets played next
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| But what’s the point when this far down the road
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| With my head down low
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| I’m just trying to stay high
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| But the truth is that I don’t
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| Want to say my goodbye
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| When my hands stop shaking
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| And my heart stops breaking
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| I’ll say (woah) «I'll see you around»
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| Front row for a solemn exhibition
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| On a mission
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| I was wishing I could make you smile
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| I don’t know if I can do this
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| But we reminisce, then it’s all worthwhile
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| Watching birds on a hospice channel
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| But I see what’s left and you don’t look right
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| Every day is such a gamble
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| And I don’t think I can say goodnight
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| With my head down low
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| I’m just trying to stay high
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| But the truth is that I don’t
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| Want to say my goodbye
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| When my hands stop shaking
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| And my heart stops breaking
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| I’ll say (woah) «I'll see you around»
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| Four months is what we heard
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| And there’s not enough painkillers in the world
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| To numb what it’s become
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| And I’m undone, with my hate unfurled
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| Let’s go back cause I liked it better when I met her
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| Now there’s love in the space that you left
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| Cause you were like a father
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| I’m sorry that I’m still just such a mess
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| With my head down low
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| I’m just trying to stay high
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| But the truth is that I don’t
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| Want to say my goodbye
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| When my hands stop shaking
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| And my heart stops breaking
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| I’ll say (woah) «I'll see you around» |