| If I died tomorrow
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| Nobody could ever say that my life was hollow
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| But I don’t know which way to go
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| I’ve grown so fond of my own home
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| I’ll take the risk and pay the toll
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| And hopefully you’ll let this go
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| (Hopefully you’ll let this go)
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| When I break away from you
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| You’ll find me admiring the view
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| Seeing how the others live
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| Now I’m catching up on what I’ve missed
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| But if I was you I wouldn’t miss me
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| I wish I could borrow more time to explain myself
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| I’m drowning in sorrow
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| I still don’t know which way to go
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| I dream of faces I don’t know
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| It reminds me I don’t know my own
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| I bet you thought I’d let this go
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| You’re anaesthetic there’s no feeling
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| Just four walls without a ceiling
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| You’re apathetic I’m still healing
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| Apologetic has lost all meaning
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| You’re anaesthetic there’s no feeling
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| Numb to the bone there’s no use screaming
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| I’ve had enough so just release me
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| Tell me I’m pathetic but you’re anaesthetic
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| (Would you feel it anyway?)
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| You didn’t need me anyway |